In three major-league stops, Auto Lotto Processor with the Yankees, the Diamondbacks and the Rangers, Showalter has made pro athletes (who, despite the occasional antiestablishment player, tend to be puppies in search of a lead dog) hate him. The year after Showalter's last Yankee team choked away a playoff series against Seattle, Joe Torre came in and won the World Series. The year after Showalter's last D-Backs team went 85-77, Bob Brenly came in and won the World Series. Gosh, you think the Texas Rangers hope history will repeat itself? Ditch Buck, win a title?
Showalter has alienated most of the veterans in every clubhouse he's ever managed by getting in their faces about all the wrong stuff. His dress codes are legendary, his behavioral policies anachronistic, and his willingness to throw his players under the bus robust. He's known as the ultimate clubhouse politician, talking bad about one guy to ingratiate himself with another. He complains about players to the front office. When he decides he can't get along with someone, that's it, there's no winning.
Guys like Alfonso Soriano and Kevin Mench are the leading examples of players who should still be stars in Texas, but got on the wrong side of the Showalter sneer. Even Alex Rodriguez, no p.r. genius himself, claimed that when he got to the Yankees, it was like a breath of fresh air. Man. The Yankees? A breath of fresh air? That franchise is more buttoned-down than Brooks Brothers. But everything smells good post-Buck.