Tuesday - the first full day of the General Managers meetings in Phoenix - will launch the winter's first deals and free agent pimpery. By sundown, we'll have a sense of what the Yankees want - that is, prospects, young arms or a few of the Billy Butler types that always end up populating our dugout like pervs at a girl scout jamboree. Tuesday night, I'll be staying up to late on Sports Center, constantly refreshing my laptop on the MLB trade wire - hoping to understand the Yankee future... for better or worse.
Okay, I know what you're thinking: What if around midnight Tuesday, the roof has fallen in: We've traded Aaron Judge, Clint Frazier, Glyber Torres and Blake Rutherford for Albert Pujols, Jared Weaver and a midget first-baseman? Yes, it could happen. In recent days, my projection models for a catastrophic event have risen. Right now, it's a 50-50 chance that some Lance Berkman clone will step out of the waiver ooze and join the team. As terrifying as it sounds, the path to Pujols remains a possibility.
For weeks now, we've been dreading such a scenario, screaming about the need to stay on course. Frankly, it's now out of our hands. The owner will decide, and he faces an unprecedented situation, at least in his life: A winter without a veteran slugger, with the Mets as NYC's top team, and Boston peaking in talent. At any time, Hal could lapse into a "MAKE THE YANKEES GREAT NOW!" mode, launching a set of horrifying, future-crushing deals. God help us.
The reality is this: By late Tuesday night, our world could be shattered. By then, we could have Miguel Cabrera and nothing else. By then, we may know everything... or nothing. Keep fingers and toes crossed.