I 'tardy Jack over a trade of two nobody minor leaguers. The esteemed commish traded a RL turd for a AA turd. Didn't look like a big deal until I checked it twice. The salary differnce created enough cap room for the guy getting the 20k in cap space to sign two 1st round picks. To me, that's a very big deal. The commish admitted he screwed up because he didn't think it over and suggested the world veto the deal. They didn't. I felt the world didn't understand the magnitude of that particular "help a brother out" deal and decided I didn't want to remain a part of it. I told the commish, almost immediately, that I'd leave when one of the players hit the big leagues or I won another world series. I won the world series and moved on.
If I'm going to wear slippers, I want my toes covered. Slippers should only be worn by mean to keep your feet warm.