Friday, February 8, 2013
Posted by el duque at 6:14 AM
Ah, Cash. A word about Brian McGuire Cashman... (See his famous IT IS HIGH Yankeeography)
I'm tempted to think of Randy Newman's take on Lester Maddox: He may be a fool but he's our fool. But Cashman is no fool - love life not withstanding. He's bright, intellectual and - considering his Machiavellian survival skills within the Steinbrenner Game of Thrones - functionally brilliant in the art of political self-defense. He could have been a governor, or the inventor of Velcro. But he became a Yankee.
He is relentless in his work ethic: How many times on holiday weekends have the Yankees pounced on a scrap heap player basically unknown to the Yankiverse - good grief, Eli Whiteside! - or roped his way down a building for charity. In interviews, his words are parsed and analyzed like a U.S. Supreme Court justice. He personifies not only the Yankees but corporate sports in America. More than anybody - more than A-Rod, more than Hal, yes, even more than Jeter and Mo - to people who follow the game closely, he is the enduring face of the New York Yankees.
He turns 46 this year, his 15th as Yankee GM. If not already, he will someday be the longest running Yankee GM in history. And like NY players who get screwed in the All-Star vote or Cooperstown (Roger Maris!), Cashman never gets credit for the victories. The critics cite Yankee money, not Yankee ingenuity.
Well, we're about to see about that. The next two years are Cashman's legacy. This year ends the talent surge spawned long ago by Bob Watson. Next year starts the new era, whatever it will be. The Yankees won't be harvesting the free agent market. They'll be relying on Cashman's organization.
Cash owes his ex $1 million a year. Chump change if the Yankees win. It's a hefty bill if he's still trading for love or standing at home plate, torching his mitt and spikes.