It's a crazy news week in baseball. The GMs are getting wasted down in Boca, and - sitting around a beach bonfire, passing the pipe - anything can happen, such as the Yankees trading Andrew Miller.
That's because the fundamental root elements of the 2016 Yankee Action Plan are becoming apparent: The team plans to hoodwink the rest of baseball in a series of trades, where we will surrender nothing and receive the components to a World Championship team. We'll do this through our superior knowledge and intellect, despite the fact that only a few GMs will deal with us, because the biggest career-killer in MLB is to lose in a deal to the hated Yankees.
That's the plan. Outwit everybody.
I speak for the Yankiverse, in saying to Brian Cashman: "Good luck with that."
The second plank of the 2016 Yankee Action Plan appears to be frugality: The Yankees will abstain from bidding on pricey free agents, because Hal Steinbrenner can't take on another big contract. Once you accept this premise, there is no really more reason to discuss 2016 or - for that matter - the Yankees at all. If you - as a writer or blogger - buy into the notion that the richest pro team in North America has no money to spend - well - as far as I can tell, you're trying to get a job with YES, and we might as well start the debate about killing Baby Curt, because we've climbed deep into the crapola abyss.
So... let's do this. If we could go back in time, would you kill baby Curt Schilling and spare millions of Yankee fans?
I personally would not. As much as I realize the damage that Curt Schilling has done to the world, I could not bring myself to kill a harmless infant. It's not my style. I would, however, steal him from the hospital and raise the child according to strict values of Yankee fandom - like the Zen masters who taught Uma Thurman on the "Kill Bill" series. Curt would be instructed to never - under any circumstances - hurt a Yankee. I think he could be saved.
I could be wrong. In the movies, there are always consequences of going back in time. Usually, when you do this, you get somebody pregnant, and the baby turns out to be Brian Cashman. So call me a fuddy-duddy, but I'm not big on going back to kill Baby Curt. Does that make me weak? Am not committed enough? I don't know. Hey, don't be a hoover on the ganja.