Media: Ripping Kevin Acee's guts out and lighting them on FIRE!

You've followed a link due to an inflammatory title and I would like to tell you that I have lied to you. And I'd like to apologize for my underhanded tactics. The Union Tribune, having minimized our free access and provided a scant 15 page clicks for free, has resorted to provocative titles in order to draw our attention. They too have lied. But they'll give no apology for it. Whereas, I have.

Now that I have reestablished my credibility I want to tell you that Kevin Acee's column this morning is worthy of the 2 clicks against your 15 click allotment -- plus the the month of June is about to conclude, so use 'em up people.

You see, Acee's column reads like a pissy rant from a blogger. This is a good thing. Blogger types call 'em like they see 'em. If it walks like a man who just propositioned a gold digging gynecologist whore then it must be -- well, John Moores. And that's what Acee just did.

Let us examine Kevin Acee's column . . .

The O’Malley family cares about baseball. It will be passionate about the team it owns. It will be involved. It won’t tolerate an empty stadium, which is largely the product of a bad product.

Valid point and reassuring, although the April-August Padres of 2010 takes umbrage with your last point. There was a winning product falling in the woods . . . but nobody there to hear it.

I hope I’m not being wistfully naive.

You are. You're not unlike a five year old girl caring for the Barbie doll that had its head torn off by an older brother who naively believes that the dolly will one day regain a proper neck swivel. It won't. That doll is done.

Admittedly, I see O’Malley ownership through the romantic prism of my youth. For one fantastic year that affirmed a lifelong love of baseball and showed me that the major leagues could be almost as friendly as Little League, I was a beat writer covering the Los Angeles Dodgers.

Are beat writers allowed to be wistfully naive or romantic if they aren't watching the pairing of Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan in You've Got Mail?

Now, all that said about the O’Malley magic, what I really care about is where the O’Malley group is getting its money – and how much of it the consortium will have to invest in the on-field merchandise after being fleeced by John Moores.

Fleeced! Yes! More!!!!!

Look, the almost-completed purchase of the Padres could leave the O’Malleys on food stamps and their group’s ownership might still be an improvement over Moores’ fraudulent indifference.

Stop. You had me at fraudulent indifference. Time to start a website called John Moores' Fraudulent Indifference.

Moores remains a commendable philanthropist and shrewd businessman, but he only used to be a good team owner.

Used to be! Yes! More!!!!!

What he’s done lately is simply scam the people of San Diego.

John Moores: Scam artist! This is honestly awesome. I retract 3 of my derogatory Kevin Acee tweets during the month of June.

He made hundreds of millions off the Petco Park development, had to give away some big-time dough in a divorce, regained control of his team through some questionable turns of events and in the process ripped us off by not paying to field much more than a minor-league version of a major-league team.

Luis Durango and Walter Silva respectfully disagree but keep going. Tell us more.

On its own, the financially based decision to draft Matt Bush instead of one of the surefire All-Star pitchers in 2004 set the franchise back several years.

I am beginning to feel wistfully naive and romantic. I'm a blogger. It is something I'm permitted to do.

But Moores long ago lost interest in the team he once saved.

 Chasing tail will do that to you. What do you want? After redevelopment, the Gaslamp Quarter became a hoppin' place.

And, then, on his way out the door, he essentially takes the $200 million in advance payment from the Fox Sports television deal by including it in the cost of the team.

I hate John Moores!

But I digress.

Hey, Wayne's World references.

The Dodgers won six World Series under the ownership of Walter and Peter O’Malley but did not win a playoff game between their 1988 World Series triumph and the end of the O’Malley reign.

Blah, blah, blah, Dodgers.

All that is ancient history, however.

Thank God.

How ancient?

I don't know. You keep talking about it . . . so, not very?

Golf has made Mickelson awfully rich, and Fowler is extremely wealthy for a guy who sold beer. 

Beer? Tell us more.

We know neither how much money this group has after paying Moores’ high price nor how much they’re willing to spend.

The beer. What about the beer?

The answer to the latter question will determine whether we resume caring about the Padres and whether we continue to revere the O’Malleys.

I care about the Padres but I'm in the minority. I hope things change and that caring ownership is the catalyst. Or beer.

Nice work Mr. Acee. Moores needed to be dragged across the coals.