WHY BUD SELIG SUCKS MORE THAN ANYONE ORIGINALLY THOUGHT

Major League Baseball Commissioners: the school superintendents of professional baseball.

Meddlers.

Geniuses.

Assholes.

Dorks.

Up high, on their lofty perches, they rule the kingdoms beneath them; showing little regard for athletes, fans, or just about anyone for that matter.

Until now, I think the average fan always assumed the Commissioner was a pawn of the team owners. Occasionally he'd ban a future Hall of Famer from the game for life or decide to end the All-Star Game in a tie... and then in subsequent years have it decide home field advantage for the biggest series of the season... but mostly, they were cute little puppets, predictable, affable dweebs.

That all changed when the world discovered that everyone's favorite used car salesman (and current MLB Commissioner), Bud Selig, makes more than $17 million per year-- which, incidentally, is more than the annual compensation of McDonald's and Nike's CEOs COMBINED.

At a time when the economy slowly crumbles all around us, and tickets behind home plate for a Washington Nationals' game cost $325 a piece, it might then seem, uh, excessive, that a man little better than the personification of suck, the same guy who claimed he didn't "know how anyone could have done more than (he's) already done," when discussing the steroids scandal that was allowed to unraveled so horrendously during his tenure, that it managed to ongoing-ly tarnish his sport, on an annual basis, for the better part of a decade would make a salary even Heidi Montage might question.