By Eric
Joe Mauer is a joke.
I know this to be true because in Bloomington there is a giant billboard for Kemps with a photo of Mr. Mauer. Driving past this billboard recently, my passenger (a non-baseball fan mind you) proclaimed, “Joe Mauer is a joke!” Quite emphatically, might I add.
She went on to say – because this conversation had been preceded by one about how delightful the little chocolate plug at the bottom of a drumstick ice cream treat is – she will never eat a drumstick again. A bold claim, indeed, but the point comes across loud and clear: “I will not eat a treat endorsed by Joe Mauer, no matter how delightful it is.”
Twins fan or not, the gauntlet is down. The love is lost.
Mauer has alienated himself from his teammates, his fans and the random Minnesotans who didn’t really care about him before. Now everyone just hates him.
Mere months ago it would’ve been hard to argue that Mauer wasn’t just the face of the Twins, but the face of the entire state. (Sorry, T-Paw.) Mauer was the homegrown stud with a heart of gold. He put up big numbers, and everybody loved him.
Now? He’s public enemy number one. The $23 million homegrown dud with legs made of those wrist slapper things that never curl when you want them to.
It used to be that Mauer could do no wrong. He hit. He threw. He charmed. Hell, girls pretended his sideburns were hot, even though nobody actually likes sideburns. And those Kemps commercials with his mom? They were the most adorable thing anyone had ever seen.
Now everyone is throwing Mauer under the bus. Jose Mijares called him out for poor pitch selection, and exactly zero people in the Twins organization come to Mauers defense. Ron Gardenhire even said he wishes Mauer would have called for a slider. (Granted, if Mijares really wanted to throw a slider, he could have shaken him off, but I digress.)
The most telling thing about the Mijares/Mauer flap wasn’t who was right and who was wrong, it was that nobody, and I mean nobody, in the Twins organization defended Mauer. Nobody has defended Mauer for months. The entire Twins organization has treated Mauer questions with complete and total apathy. Perhaps this is sign of frustration that Mauer wasn’t on the field, and the team just didn’t know how to answer the questions, or perhaps it is a sign that even the organization is questioning Mauer’s grit and determination.
The fans certainly are.
Mauer has a lot to prove at this point, and that is new territory for him. He’s always been the golden boy. Probably since the day he was born.
He’s the baby of the Mauer family and the most athletic. He was the best in high school, in the minors and, for awhile, in the majors. I’d venture to guess he’s been babied his entire life. Treated like a star. Given a $184 million contract like a star.
$23 million a year to be the best player on the Twins.
Being a $23 million player isn’t just about hitting .330, however. It’s about leading a team. Stepping up and playing at 90% when you’re body is feeling 75% healthy. You give up your right to “take it easy” when you sign on to be the franchise player. At $23 million you don’t get to take three months off unless something is broken or torn. You step up and lead the team by example.
Mauer has yet to do that, and it’s time for him to prove that he can.
It’s time for “Baby Jesus” to grow up.