So, here's the thing about those huge contracts some professional athletes sign: they normally require that said athlete actually, ya know, does something on the field/court/pitch/pool. This is apparently news to Dodgers' outfielder Andruw Jones.
This past December, Jones signed a two-year deal with LA, worth $36.2 million. This season alone, Jones is set to make $14,726,910. Or, roughly $14,726,910 per home run (quick math: Jones has exactly one home run this season). And that's to go along with a .170 batting average and 38 strikeouts in 112 at-bats.
Jones' wildly below average numbers have not gone unnoticed, especially by LA Times columnist T.J. Simers, who recently talked with Jones about his weight issues, among other struggles (Simers repeatedly refers to Jones as "Tubbo"):
I reminded Jones that I had lost 14 pounds and even had eaten a doughnut with the 7-Eleven Kid, and how does it look when the team's center fielder has a bigger belly than the columnist writing about the team?
"Look at your belly hanging out of your shirt," Jones said. "You're probably going to die tomorrow."
Charming fellow, that Jones. Then Simers asked if Jones cared at all that when his name is announced at home games, the fans boo:
"No," he said. "That's their problem."
I suggested that it's not human for someone not to be bothered by booing fans in their own stadium, and he stuck out his tongue and made some noise.
"How do I write that down?" I said.
All together now: "I don't care," he said.
"I don't care," he said. "You play for the team, you don't play for the fans. The fans never played the game. They don't know."
Well, that's certainly an interesting way to try and win back the fans. Simers sums it up pretty well when he says, "Both a Tubbo and clueless, which really isn't a very good combination for the player with the highest annual salary in Dodgers history."
Hey, at least they didn't sign Barry Zito.