Over the next few days, many bloggers and radio call-in blatherers will rip you for not emptying the Yankee jewelry case for Ubaldo Jimenez, a pitcher that might, at best, be a number three starter in the AL East.
These people are fools.
Stay the course, Sir. Stay the course.
Do not trade Jesus Montero. Do not trade Dellin Betances. Do not trade our future during this deadline madness, when sellers have all the advantages.
There is a season, sir, for such trades. But it is not now.
To every trade there is a season, and a time to every pitcher under heaven.
A time to start, a time to relieve, a time to throw, a time to reap that which is thrown;
A time to bean, a time to heal; a time to break down and a time to be lifted by 12 runs in the first inning;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh, a time to cast away catcher's signals, a time to gather bullpen arms together;
A time to shave, a time to paint, a time for cheese, a time for control;
A time to love, and a time to hate, a time of war, and a time of plunking Redsock batters.
Sir, you are doing the Lord's work.
Do not be swayed by the doubters. Stay the course, and this shall be our finest season.
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