A-Rod

Pity Alex Rodriguez. His extraordinary physical talent, combined with people’s willingness to hand him multiple nine-figure contracts to play a game have for too long distracted him from what he was actually born to do. No more. And he’ll throw a few back with anyone who can help. Read more »

When the Mets wouldn’t give him a say in the direction of the franchise (even after he gave away several great ideas for free), who was there? A-Rod. When the Feds were circling, who was there? A-Rod. When he was forced to turn his hedge fund into a shell of what it once was, and watch as closet upon walk-in closet of SAC-branded fleeces were rendered useless, who was there? Read more »

When regular old bank analysts switch firms, people don’t tend to make a big deal about it. Gardening leave is taken, contracts are signed, key cards are distributed, new business cards are printed. Sometimes you’ll get an email address with updated contact information. That’s usually it. Dick Bové, as you all know, however, is no regular bank analyst. Which is following his departure from Rochdale Securities, potential employers didn’t interview him, he interviewed them, why his son/spokesman, Joe Bové sent out a press release announcing the final countdown to Bové Day, and why, when that blessed day arrived, it was celebrated with a three-course feast fit for a king and a little something called the Dick Bové Banking Manifesto. Read more »

If he plays his cards right. Read more »

  • 05 Jul 2011 at 5:11 PM

Steve Cohen Sends Fred Wilpon A Message

The short version: suck it. The longer version: Read more »