A complete whiff. That's the trade that will define Cashman's career the way a bad French accent recalls Pepi LePew. But at this point, we have no tears left to cry. What more can go wrong? No matter what Montero does - boom or bust - and even if Pineda does come back, this goes down as the ultimate stink bomb, the kind of a deal that can kill a year.
And when your core players are facing the twilight, losing a year to a trade - well, stink bomb sums it up.
I'm not ready to throw in the towel. And no matter what Alphonso says, he's not either. It's May. The roster of injuries, the evolution of players and the story of 2012 has hardly begun. But we have nobody poised to break out, and it seems we're gunning for that second Wild Card berth and a one-game playoff destiny.
Between now and October, we better find a few starting pitchers. Another possibility got wiped off the board.
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I hate to tell you, hate to remind you, that at the time of the trade, I predicted that this kid would never pitch for the Yankees.
Remember well, what i said.
enough already with your predictions.
who cares!
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