Baltimore: Keep your stinking Ty Wiggington

Listen: The trade deadline is hitting fast, and already every mediocre franchise out there with a lifeless appendage that happens to be having a decent year is looking to move the bum, before reality returns, and his average takes the last train to Horace Clarkeville. And now, the Yankiverse supposedly is investing good ether into the notion that we should cough up another prospect -- yes, another prospect -- for none other than Ty Wingnutton.

No.

We don't need no stinkin' Wingigngton.

No.

Save the prospects. We're in first. Let the lessers trade their futures. Let's keep Jesus. Let's keep Austin. Hell, I'm in a good mood, ladies and gents -- I say, LET'S KEEP BRACKMAN, even though the bum will probably once again start walking batters the way Jessica Simpson eats Cheetos.

NO TY.

NO TY.

JUST SAY NO TO TY.