But!

We all know that everything I just ranted about ain't gonna happen.

This is sort of like the moment after Howard Beal in Network has just had the lecture from Ned Beatty's character, and accepts the real world limitations.

Let's face it:

—The Steinbrenners—the Snopes clan of the sporting world—aren't going anywhere.

—Brian Cashman will be their general manager until he chooses to retire, or has a horrible elf-rappelling accident.

—The franchise will be filled up with more and more Ma Boone minions at every level.

So what can we reasonably hope for?

Well, what happened the one time that Cooperstown Cashman won a ring with what was—more or less—his own team?

He was given permission to go out and buy up every big free agent on the market, all of whom had a good-to-great year.

So...forget all this rebuilding stuff.  It's not going to happen, and Coops has no idea of how to bring it to fruition.

The only way we will ever see another World Series banner lifted in Yankee Stadium in our lifetime is to do it the only way Coops knows how.

This coming offseason, he might as well go out and sign up Bryce Harper, Manny Machado, Patrick Corbin, and any other free agent he can find.

Will most of their contracts become battleship anchors around the team's neck, eventually dragging us back down to mediocrity or worse?

Yes.  So what?

It's exactly the fate that the Steinbrenners deserve after sticking us with this awful little putz of a GM for so long.  It's the only punishment they will ever understand or absorb:  their profit margin will be slightly affected.

And in the meantime, we may—MAY—get to have one more happy, championship season, listening to all those Red Sox fans grind their teeth.