Dirk Hayhurst writes about the poor pay of minor leaguers.
In spring training, you were given only $120 per week in meal money, no paycheck. That $120 was gone in three nights at a sit-down restaurant—or you could stretch it by eating fatty fast food all week. Ironic, since there are rules about proper diet and being in shape; they go out the window when you’re barely paid enough to eat.
In Single-A, we developed a term for guys on the team that would eat more than their rationed amount before a game. We called them “Spread Killers.” They were often the pitchers who came off the field before batting practice officially ended, thus giving them early access to the pregame spread. All it took for them to kill it was an extra peanut butter and jelly sandwich. This made it impossible for one of the later arrivals to get a full sandwich, and forced him to play hungry.
Man, given the amount of money MLB makes, it seems grossly unfair that minor leaguers get paid less than burger flippers at McDonald’s.
They should get at least minimum wage. Some minor leaguers are actually suing.
It might even be to baseball’s benefit to treat minor leaguers better. These guys are literally kids. In the lower levels at least, they’re still growing. Given what we know about the importance of nutrition, they shouldn’t be scrounging for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.