When I was 17 I saw Carlos Santana play at the Finger Lakes Performing Arts Center in Canandaigua, New York on a warm summer night. It is arguably the greatest concert I have ever seen, and I have seen quite a few; it was the best three-and-a-half hour musical investment of my young life. I don’t remember how much the tickets cost, but I want to say it was somewhere around ten bucks for general admission.
Vince Gennaro writes about the price of seeing Johan Santana on your roster from a Major League Baseball owner’s perspective. It is arguably the least interesting way to spend ten minutes of your life, unless you are an sports economics major. Actually, you will probably finish the article faster than I did since I fell asleep part way through and had to start over. Twice.
I know now I am in no way qualified to handle anyone’s money, and have no interest in doing so whatsoever. Also, I learned that by signing Santana, Gennaro thinks the Yankees would possibly be good for 98 wins. I think. Graphs are pretty. Now pardon me while I pop in my copy of Caravanserai and curl up on the couch.