THESE DAYS IT’S HARD TO SAY YOU’RE SORRY

Another Original And Exclusive Column From The Mind Of DINO COSTA

-October 25, 2019

This one bothers me.

Bothers me a lot.

It makes me think about what I’m doing.

Maybe, what I should be doing.

I mean, someone needs to do something, right?

Any perceived slight these days is now met with out of control outrage, deeply wounded feelings, and people want and demand their damn pound of

flesh.

Congratulations to whoever you might be, you, the woman who was so apparently “shaken” by the words of Houston Astros general manager

Brandon Taubman.

I understand that, whoever you are, you have noted with consistency in your stories or Tweets that you disagree with Roberto Osuna being allowed to

pitch for the Astros?

You won’t let it go, walking around Minute Maid Park with your purple bracelet, almost flaunting it from what I understand.

Well, you did a great job hun, and because you insisted on making this ridiculous “incident” a point of contention, lodging an official

complaint, here’s hoping you’re happy now because you cost another person their job, cost them their livelihood, left someone out of work with a

family, including children.

Well done.

When you put your head down on the pillow tonight here’s hoping you feel the sweet sense of satisfaction in getting a man removed from his place of

employment for doing nothing more than offending you because you chose to pick a never-ending bone with the ballclub he worked for concerning a

player they deemed worthwhile enough to sign.

Allow me to throw in the name of Stephanie Apstein, who couldn’t wait to send out a Tweetstorm about this in the midst of the Astros clubhouse

celebration after they defeated the Yankees in the ALCS.

Congratulations on your 15-minutes of fame, Steph.

You’re as responsible for a man losing his position as the other woman who was so freaked out by Brandon Taubman having the temerity to announce how

thrilled he was to know that Osuna was on his ballclub.

Check that, his used to be ballclub.

Grow up, all of you.

No matter that Brandon Taubman released an apology (a forced one at that) and showed the contrition that so many in the sports writing community

demanded of him – none of this was good enough – and these days it seems that saying you’re sorry is never sufficient enough.

In the midst of this World Series, the Astros bowed down in front of the altar of political correctness and faced with a few other people who

wouldn’t let this thing go, they dispatched their assistant general manager and washed their hands of this horrible human being if only to put a

temporary tourniquet on all the bleeding they’ve endured since this situation became something for public consumption.

The logic is pretty stunning.

The Astros traded for a pitcher accused of domestic violence and that’s okay.

Then the Astros fired an executive for being enthused that the Astros traded for that player – making his comments within earshot of a woman who has been forever outraged that Osuna is currently wearing an Astros uniform.

Let me ask you, folks, are you sorry for something that you regret, something you said, something you did, a decision you made that didn’t turn

out the way you had hoped?

Tough shit – and you’re out of luck, you bastards.

Sorry?

What’s that? You had a momentary lapse in judgment?

Well, these days you’re not allowed to, and the cost of a slip of the tongue here, or a wrong decision there, means that you will be sliced with razor blades up and down your body before being thrown to the sharks so

they can rip you apart as they see fit.

This world has lost its collective mind.

Men in America today have turned into human piles of mush, afraid of their own shadows, weak-kneed, and oh so cowardly.

This decision by the Astros to fire one of their own people under such baseless, groundless and unjustifiable circumstances brings

virtue-signaling to a pathetic new low.

The rest of the Astros front-office must be full of the most out of touch and spinless people fortunate enough to work in major league baseball.

Their owner, Jim Crane?

Shame on him.

Ditto for their general manager Jeff Luhnow.

You mean to tell me that intelligent people could not have come together, put a band-aid on this frivolous bullshit, and found a way to keep Taubman

in his job?

But that’s the problem in America today, intelligence and common sense have taken a beating in the name of those who feel it’s their right to take the

lives of other people and destroy them in one manner or the next.

And let’s get something else straight here as well, okay?

Roberto Osuna was ACCUSED of domestic violence, never FOUNG GUILTY, never pled guilty, in fact, he pleaded innocent to the allegations.

But today, of course, we live in a world where the script has been flipped, now, mere allegations are enough and these days those accused are guilty

before being proven innocent.

Guilty?

Innocent?

Due process?

None of this was ever a consideration for the woman reporter who got the Astros assistant GM fired, nor did it discourage her from parading around

the Houston clubhouse wearing her purple bracelet, no matter that Roberto Osuna was never convicted of a damn thing.

Conform and capitulate to the great new system we have here in America – or perish.

Disgraceful.

The tyranny of the thought police strikes again.

Who will do something about this?

It’s really making me think long and hard about what I’m doing and what I want to do next.

Brandon Taubman is the latest sacrificial lamb slaughtered.

And you?

You could be next.

Then what?