Unless your son, nephew or high school friend happens to be attempting to live his childhood fantasy, you don’t care what he is or isn’t getting paid.

Actually, that’s not true.

You, and I’m using the Royal ‘you’ here, don’t care that he isn’t getting paid. That he’s likely got a part-time job somewhere. If he’s lucky, he found one in a particular city that allows him to go full-time after the season is over.

The Internet has allowed the truly resourceful ones to play and work from home to make end’s meet. The end’s also meet when you live four and five guys in an apartment. Two bedrooms if you’re lucky.

There’s a lot of luck involved here because there’s a lot of luck just to get to this position. There are a lot of guys who had the talent and weren’t lucky enough to get the breaks that created the space that he’s now inhabiting.

And no one cares that that guy is now delivering the mail or drives a fork lift or is using whatever he learned after high school to make a living. With those people, no one cares what they make.

But the kids living their childhood fantasy and recieving signing bonuses and endorsing products; it’s the salary of these guys that people care about.

And if they care about them, they certainly don’t have time to care about the minor leaguer getting less than minimum wage to play a game that provides entertainment for hundreds and thousands in person and millions around the world.