When I was in high school, I had a job at a delicatessen, working afternoons and weekends. The pay wasn’t great, but one of the perks of the job was that the owners let the employees eat for free. Most of us didn’t abuse that, but there was this one guy who used to inhale lox like he was addicted to it. And even back in the ’70s, smoked salmon was an expensive luxury item. It got so bad that the owners offered him a good raise if he’d start paying for what he ate. He turned the raise down.
The reason I bring this story up is that, after reading this Kevin Scarbinsky column on Junior’s new contract… well, I wonder what the Laner would do if he were offered more money to keep his yap shut in public. Tough call, I bet.