And that's the bottom line, isn't it? Sure, money is great. But it can come with a different kind of price tag. In this case, the most obvious tradeoff is a huge stack of cash for a chance to win and play for sellout crowds every night.
Coincidentally, the introductory news conferences for Werth in Washington and Cliff Lee in Philadelphia occurred hours apart on the same December day. Shortly after that, a hilarious cartoon began circulating on the Internet, an x-rated imagining of a meeting between the former teammates. A sanitized sample:
Lee character, in a tinny robotic voice: Anyway, I have some good news . . . I am going back to Philadelphia.
Werth character: Holy [cow].
Lee: Too bad you signed with one of the [worst] teams in baseball. But it could have been worse. You could have signed with the Pirates or the Mets.
Werth: You are right. But Ruben Amaro Jr. told me they had no money. How can the Phillies afford this? . . . I should have accepted arbitration. How the [heck] did I sign with the Nationals? . . . I was so [confused]. I thought the Nationals just wanted my autograph.
Funny stuff. But it swings and misses on two counts.
First, get real. From all indications, the Nationals deal overwhelmed all other offers, including the one from the Phillies. No matter what happens, this couldn't have been a bad decision. Because under the circumstances there was no other choice he could have made. It was, literally, an offer he couldn't refuse.