thinking of Randy Levine. Yesterday, the former Giuliani bag man showed again why the Yankees remain baseball's version of North Korea, with a frat-boy victory dance over Dellin Betances in arbitration. Last year, in his second all-star season, Betances earned $507,000 - the minimum - and now Levine boasts about chiseling the guy out of $2 million? We should march on the stadium. We should shut down Tampa. WE SHOULD RIOT. Levine has presided over the Yankees since 2000 - a period in which we have won two measly World Championships - one in 2000, which he inherited, and one in 2009, which Hal basically bought via free agents. Realistically, Levine as one championship in 17 years - two less than Boston - which makes him the moron-in-chief behind one of the darkest periods in Yankee history. And yesterday, he sashays like a Fashion Week runway anorexic, with the gall to actually rip a homegrown hero. Wow. Is there something about orange hair? Seriously, every time we get a close-up of the people running the Yankees, whether it's Lonn Trost or Hal 2000, it's a horror show of nepotism, cronyism and stupidity.
Chris "Swing and Miss" Carter can't wait to start flailing again. Get this: He still can't figure out why nobody wanted him. Two hundred strikeouts per season, and a .222 batting average. Brace yourself, everybody for some stiff winds blowing out to center. And let's forget those rookies up from Scranton. Here is the new face of the '17 Yankees. King Kong Carter.
The Yankees have a long and cherished history of screwing homegrown players. Old George was the king of discarding Yankee talent. He tried to chisel Jeter. He tried to chisel Jorge. In his eyes, the other teams' grass was always greener, and he never trusted a Buhner, a Drabek, a Willie McGee - nope, not when it could be turned into a shiny new Jesse Barfield. Hence, the 14 Year Barf. So now they're welcoming Betances to the secret club of homegrown pariahs.