Michael Young, the face of the Rangers franchise through bad and good, hosted his own farewell news conference Monday in a ballroom at the Park Cities Hilton. He did it because he didn't think it proper after 12 years to say goodbye over the phone, and no club official was going to round up the media for a send-off out at the Ballpark. It's not their place. Michael's not a Ranger anymore. If you've been around the club long enough, you couldn't help but wonder if management finally got its wish. On the way out the door, or the lobby, whatever you prefer, Young was the same as always. Humble. Gracious. Grateful. Honest. All the qualities that made him maybe the most popular player in the game among his peers. His "huge list" of thanks, as he put it, started with his teammates over the last dozen years; Ron Washington; his hitting coaches; the pitching coaches; and the fans who were mostly very good to him, as they should have been. And what about management, Michael? "I can't say there's a relationship," he said, then thought better of it. "There's no relationship there, but that's fair." Young is 36, so he's old enough and smart enough to understand that this kid's game is a business, too. In any business, you're not always going to like your boss. A general manager has to make cold decisions. For the record, Young doesn't think management always did him wrong. He got a pretty nice contract, one criticized by baseball geeks until Young put up .322 and .338 seasons and led the club to a pair of World Series. He also said Monday that, if he had any regrets, it was how he handled the move from shortstop to third. Had he known then what he knows now about Elvis Andrus, he said, he would have gone gladly. Get this: You got the feeling Monday, listening to Young talk about Jurickson Profar's enthusiasm and professionalism, that he understood why Jon Daniels ultimately decided there was no longer any room for him at all.