Oink, oink... I'm thrilled you didn't make the All-Star game, Juan Soto.
You’d think signing a 15-year, $765 million mega-deal—with potential to balloon over $800 million—would be enough to make a guy happy. But apparently, for Juan Soto, it's still not quite satisfying. Because now, he’s whining about missing out on the All-Star Game… not for the honor, not for the fans, but for the bonus check he didn’t get to cash.
Juan Soto was asked if he would have liked to have made the All-Star team:
— SNY (@SNYtv) July 9, 2025
"What do you think? I think it's a lot of money on the table if I make it" pic.twitter.com/OTkqmR6zVx
Yep, $100,000 was “left on the table,” as Soto put it when asked about not making the All-Star team. That’s what had him bent out of shape. Not pride. Not legacy. Cold, hard cash. As if the $47 million he’s making this season alone wasn't enough to soften the blow of an off year.
Talk about tone-deaf.
Michael Kay—God bless him—went in on Soto, and rightfully so:
“The last I looked, you are making a smidge under $47M this season. And you are upset that you aren’t making the All-Star Game because of an All-Star bonus you have in your contract? Do you know how bad that looks that you said that?”
Bad? It's brutal. It reeks of greed and delusion. Soto is having a meh season, by his own standards—and yet, instead of humility, he delivers a cash register sound effect.
Let’s be real. The contract was already outrageous. Steve Cohen and the Mets basically handed Soto the GDP of a small country, and in return, they got a guy who’s more worried about his All-Star stipend than actually playing like an All-Star.
And when Kay heard Soto’s response?
“I thought it was some [artificial intelligence] nonsense. I said, ‘There is no way that he said that. There is no way that someone I know, that is a smart dude and is represented by one of the smartest people I have ever met in the business, Scott Boras, would ever say something like that.’”
But he did say it. Because this is who Soto has become: a guy lost in the zeros, blinded by the bank account, completely detached from reality. The All-Star snub didn’t sting because of pride—it stung because of a missed payment.
And honestly, that’s not a player you build a championship team around. That’s a walking direct deposit. Enjoy him, Mets fans. We’re good over here.
Go off, Michael. You’re speaking for all of us.


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