LOS ANGELES — Whatever Mike Scioscia is being paid to manage the Angels, it isn’t enough.
He has to watch them play every game.
And as bad and disappointing as they have been, going on four years now, it’s baseball.
Have you tried watching it recently?
Have you tried switching back and forth from a basketball game, football game or “Spartacus: War of the Damned” to a baseball game?
I understand why Vin Scully doesn’t watch the Dodgers or any other baseball game when not being paid to do so.
At the very least the folks who run the sport should make it mandatory that any hitter stepping out of the box to adjust his batting gloves should be suspended a minimum of five games.
I just saw “Olympus Has Fallen,” a truly great shoot-‘em-up, bombs-blasting, suspense thriller of a movie, which explains why I occasionally tune in to an Angels game.
No one crashes and burns like the Angels, a team loaded with talent and harboring high expectations, only to flop.
What great reality TV it would be to just train a camera on the face of Angry Arte, beginning with inning one against a low-payroll team like Oakland, and then watch him lose it.
He got so angry at the media this past off-season for documenting his mistakes that he moved the press box, which sat next to his luxury suite behind home plate, down to the right-field foul pole.
I worry now where Scioscia might soon be sitting.
Scioscia has already had a team meeting, and I wish I could have seen the grin on the face of Torii Hunter in Detroit when he heard that.
Hunter was the Angels’ yin to Scioscia’s going yang on everyone.
Without Hunter, I worry the Angels will have no soul or voice of reason after listening to Scioscia speak.