A friend sent me this tidbit. In case you don’t know, Grady Little used to be the Red Sox manager. Despite getting them to Game 7 of the ALCS, he screwed up badly by leaving Pedro Martinez in the game pitching long after he should have been sitting quietly in the dugout. In the weeks since then, the sports talk radio stations in Boston have been discussing nothing else and a couple of days ago, he was told his contract would not be renewed.
Now that Grady is unemployed, my friend has an idea for a new job for him:
Everybody agrees that Grady Little is a nice guy, right? Gets along with
everybody, makes everybody feel good. But:
He has no discernible disciplinary effect on his subordinates.
He’s extremely inarticulate, and comes off as dense.
He insists on doing things the way they’ve always been done.
He doesn’t listen to criticism or learn from his mistakes.
He has trouble making decisions, tends to let things ride.
He leaves his man in place, long after everyone else knows that the guy should be taken out.
Remind you of anyone?
Grady Little missed his calling. He should have been an American bishop.
