My entry:
For starters, zombie Bowie Kuhn claws his way up from the grave - (He's dead, right?) - and steals Bud Selig's hairpiece, holding it for ransom unless Selig nullifies the deal.
Peter Gammons throws himself off the street side of the Green Monster, bounces three times, and goes through Bill Buckner's legs, and at the funeral, the shamed Redsocks announce they would have given Miami a better deal, but the phones are still out from Hurricane Sandy.
Enraged, Tim McCarver goes back into the studio and with help from Tracy Chapman cuts an album of new songs about the Yankees destroying the sanctity of the game.
Alphonso angrily notes that the trade emptied the entire Yankee farm system, and then must be reminded that he predicted none of them would be any good, but he still hates the trade.
When everything concludes, the trade is scrapped, all the players on both teams are donated to the Mets, the Yankees forfeit first round draft picks for trying too hard to win - it's only allowed for other teams - and A-Rod still hits .270 with mediocre power.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
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My entry:
They're trying to buy another championship! It's not fair! You can't trade that many guys at once! The dog ate my homework! My mother came down with gonorrhea! It's the Steinbrenners again! They're ruining baseball! It's outrageous! Typing exclamation marks is a pain in the butt! And it's all the Yankees fault!
Signed,
Red Sox and Flyover Nations
Actually, there is zero risk to losing future Yankee draft picks. None.
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