Let me tell you a story.
Once upon a time, there was a terrible baseball team. Sure, they’d had success in the past, even won a couple of World Series, but at the point in time of which I’m speaking, they were terrible. Their fans were yelling for the heads of everyone involved, mainly the owner, who they decried as being cheap and more interested in other things, primarily the English Premier League team he’d just bought.
The general manager, a young man widely considered to be somewhat of a genius since he’d brought this team a World Series championship for the first time in over a hundred years, was moving on to work his magic elsewhere.