This is what is supposed to happen at the end of July as the trading deadline in Major League Baseball approaches.
The manager gets together with the owner at his office or over dinner. The owner asks the manager, Do we have a shot at the post-season, and (before the manager can answer) how far can we go?
The Manager shrugs.
The owner says, I need to know whether to go after Pitcher X and what we're willing to give up.
The manager says Pitcher X is a great addition to any ball club.
The owner is getting a little annoyed here, and says, Look, what can we do to make up the 6 1/2 games we're down on the Braves?
The manager says, Fuck the Braves.
Owner: Fuck the Braves.
Manager: That's right, Who gives a fuck.
Okay, says the owner, You tell me.
Now the manager can tell the owner what the owner wouldn't have even heard when the conversation started. His team is at best three years away from competing meaningfully in Post-Season. Three years at best, meaning it will take three years of acquiring and developing young strong arms, pitchers who can throw quality innings. Maybe even a closer. His team (says the manager) needs to stockpile AA talent - right-handers and left-handers with solid mechanics and a live fastball, in the hope (the mere hope...) that two or more will pull it together three, maybe four years from now and form the core of a staff including one or two veterans that will take them deep into the playoffs, maybe even the Series.
The owner is of course skeptical. That's a lot of maybes, says the owner. What about this year?
Fuck this year, says the manager. We're not gonna get there with this rotation. Adding one guy, even Pitcher X, won't do it. But we can cash in and trade some of the older guys who might help out here and there while picking up young arms. As many as we can.
The owner will ask, You have an idea who you want?
The manager will say, Yes sir, I do.