Supposedly, the SF Giants sought Eric Chavez before the trade deadline and waved a decent package at us, but we Cliff Lee’ed the deal. It might have saved money next winter when the cheap-obsessed ownership tanks the budget with its Calvin Coolidgesque scheme to cut costs, until Yankee children everywhere are eating oatmeal burgers and cobbling shoes from discarded tires.
Thank God, we said no.
For starters, Eric Chavez last winter signed with the New York Yankees because he wanted to play for the New York Yankees. I’ll take that any day. He made it clear that it would be the Yankees or a retirement scooter in some gated suburb. If we had traded him for the moon – Cliff Lee and Doc Halladay, plus cash – it still would have been a crapola betrayal of trust. If a guy goes the extra mile, you need to meet him there.
It’s a cutthroat business, baseball. And in our worst hours – when we trade a guy and then badmouth him (Melky, AJ, Jesus, et al) – the Yankees are as bad as almost anyone. Well, no. We're never as bad as Boston. In fact, we’re still not in their league. The Redsocks never traded a player who wasn’t a) deadwood, b) done or c) a clubhouse cancer. I wish Joe Paterno had been a Redsock. I'd like to see what they would have done to his statue.
We kept Eric Chavez because he is clearly a class act. Let the record show, at least on this one, we were, too.