Tuesday, February 28, 2017
Posted by el duque at 7:34 AM
Today, Jerry Hall's NY Post sounds a hopeful, if not delusional chorus, bleating that five Yank starters chasing two rotation slots - Adam Warren, Luis Cessa, Luis Severino, Chad Green and Bryan Mitchell - thus far pose an "embarrassment of riches." Yes, the Yankee crash crew has thrown 10 scoreless innings, striking out six. Add them to the renowned "Big Three" - Tanaka, CC and Pinata (aka Maddux, Glavine and Smoltz) - and, well, all these riches... it's embarrassing! The Evil Emp looks like a true contender for the 2017 Grapefruit League crown. And we haven't even seen Jonathan Niese! Nine-man rotation, anyone? So many riches, I'm... oh, dear... does anyone have a spare Tampax?
Meanwhile, the scruddly White Sox are drinking coffee and pacing their cheap motel room, stick-pinning grainy photos of our prospects onto the wall, looking for wild connections. They want to unload Jose Quintana on somebody, anybody - preferably us. The Gammonities say Brian Cashman has a lust thing for Quintana and - at least for now - an embarrassment of riches... too many prospects to ship back to Scranton next month. We should brace ourselves for a trade.
Donno what it would take to get Quintana, but the White Sox are not stupid, and no GM ever wants to be seen helping the dastardly Yankees. Last August, we benefited from having two franchises drunkenly chasing their first World Series in ten generations - creating an unprecedented seller's market. But that priapismic market no longer exists. The White Sox have already pitched 2017 overboard, and Quintana won't cost them an arm and a leg. Thus, they won't settle for a pair of lungs and livers. It won't be Refnyder and Romine.
It's always pointless to speculate on future Cashman trades: They never come off as projected. But let's brace ourselves - for him dealing two or three prospects that, in our dreams, have already been enshrined to Monument Park. My guess: Chicago would demand something akin to Severino and Clint Frazier - and if so, I'd say fukkit.
Last week, I watched a film about the 1961 Yankees, greatest team in history. That March, we suffered no embarrassments of riches. The Yankees finished dead last in the Grapefruit League. It's a long season ahead, folks. Enjoy this while it lasts. Embarrassments come in many forms.