It was old news, but it's official now. Not only have the Blue Jays been officially eliminated, but Syracuse has cut the cord on its 31-year AAA affiliation with Toronto.
(Update: And the Jays are goin' to Vegas for the next two years.)
What was interesting was the AP story on the break-up said that Syracuse wanted out because of "its relationship with the Jays (had) suffered through the franchise's long history of losing."
Its long history of losing. Ouch. It has been a long time since the Jays were back-to-back world freakin' champions, hasn't it?
So, in an effort to attach themselves with a true winner Syracuse is now preparing for a hot affair with the Washington Nationals. Yes, that's right, those Washington Nationals.
Update, 1:20 p.m.: Via the Las Vegas Review-Journal, which has now become this site's favourite newspaper located in a Triple-A city (could have been you, Buffalo News), "The 51s and Toronto Blue Jays have agreed on a two-year player development contract and will announce the deal today in a news conference at Cashman Field.
"The unlikely pair wound up together by default after several major league clubs changed their Triple-A affiliations in the past few weeks."
One gut feeling and two mental pictures come to mind. The gut feeling is that this came about because no highers-up at Rogers really figure it makes any difference where the top farm club is located.
The first mental image is of Paul Godfrey bringing a map of the U.S. into Bob McCown's office, with pushpins denoting the available Triple-A franchises. "Bob, it's your birthday -- you pick where we put our farm team."
The other mental image is of Russ Adams, at 2:32 in the morning, leaving a voice mail for some girl: "Hi, uh, Nikki, this is Russ ... I just called to say that I had a great time... and you should call me tomorrow, or in two days, whatever. Anyway, my number is 213-555-4679 - (the machine beeps). "Hi, Nikki, this is Russ again. I just called cuz it sounded like your machine might've cut me off when I, before I finished leaving my number. Anyway, uh, and, y'know, and also, sorry to call so late, but you were still at the Dresden when I left so I knew I'd get your machine. Anyhow, uh, my number's 21-" (the machine beeps again.)