BUY MY BOOK: BARD OF THE DEAL: THE POETRY OF DONALD TRUMP
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Posted by el duque at 6:45 AM
Well, maybe you are popping the corks. Maybe he's got another year in him. If anyone does, it's Mariano. But at 43, we'd be crazy not to think that every outing could be his last. And if he's not effective - ooops, there goes the season. Nobody to replace him. You can't take him out. He pitches until something goes on his body. Then it's whomever is hot: Paging Clay Rapada.
And therein lies the problem. You've heard of America's team? We're becoming Alzheimer's team.
Supposedly, we plan to resign Ichiro and Kuroda, adding another 76 years. Maybe the team will establish residence at the Hebrew Home at Riverside. I've heard it's like a college campus. Maybe The Scooter Store will replace WB Mason. What will they serve in the clubhouse buffet? Creamed corn? Add another year to Jeet, A-Rod and Andy Pettitte, does anyone think they'll make it through the season? They didn't last year. (Though Jeet missed by three games.) How will we beat young, strong teams in their 20s? At times last year, our triple A farm team lineup was older than the Rays. And Tex, Grandy and Cano all look like they're entering a career twilight. We are nearing a dangerous age breakdown. With a few bad breaks - no pun intended - we might not just be bad next year. We might be the worst team in baseball. We could be back in 1990, the highest payroll and drafting first. (And of course, taking the next Brien Taylor, the man of the 40-year sentence.)
One hope beckons: The Asian market. Several young pitchers have announced intentions to come to America. Right now, the Yankees are tapped out on the amount of money they can throw at these guys. Fortunately, so is every other team that would be competing for this talent. They all hit their limits. It's time for Cashman to put a moratorium on old age. We need young talent. Otherwise, 2013 is going to be an oldies tour. rosby, Stills and Mo. CC Top. The Grandy Funk Railroad. Blue Oyster Cano. The Arod Hot Chili Peppers. I can go on. You get the picture. Fourth place. I hate to say this. But we need a New Direction.