Cashman Panics.

Brian had seen enough.  A big charge by the Yankees and a two run lead, heading into the ninth is blown into the wind.

Our new manager brimming with no ideas.

Suddenly, we can't beat the Marlins, the White Sox or the Tigers.

But we can beat ourselves.  Every inning we do something else either wrong or stupid.

The team is listless, playing pop warner level baseball ( everyone but Torres knew he had no chance to take second on that hit to left, and he was out by 8 feet and a bump).  He has to be the world's worst baserunner.  And second worse fielder.

We can't execute plays.  We have no speed.  Clutch hitting is at rock bottom.  Pitching is mediocre and volatile.

And we have no managing of anything.  Sorry Boonie.  Puffery and encouraging words aren't cutting it.  What, pray tell, did you offer the fans in tonight's " manager's report?"

Cashman saw this and realized it is all on him.  He has put together a disaster, blended it together, and gotten no juice at all.  The farm system is back to " dirt bag" level, if anyone evaluates carefully.

So he pulled the one card he has never discarded.  The card reads as follows:

"  When in trouble do this:  trade young prospects for an aged, former star who is having the worst season of his career because he is with the wrong franchise. Get a guy who's acquisition will strip the team of another top prospect or two, lock him to a contract for two months, and pray for rain.  Show highlight film of new guy's best season.  Make the idiot fans believe that you have just acquired a superstar for nothing."

So McCutchen comes to the Yankees.  All 33 years of him.  And we we have him until we are out of the playoffs.  Or, we can re-sign him for $15 million and send another prospect or two somewhere.

At a minimum, we have given up our 23rd overall prospect ( Abiatal Avelin); and, if he pans out, the SF Giants will get 10 quality years out of him.  I am sure we gave up more than that.  But Brian insists, super negotiator that he is, that the additional players to be named later are not named until this baseball season is in the rear view mirror.

Soon, we shall see the tapes of McCutchen at his peak ( probably this very morning);  hitting home runs, playing defense, running like the wind and throwing guys out at home.  Only today;  he has bad knees and a .255 average with 15 home runs, and throws like Josh Donaldson. He has helped the Giants sink right to the bottom.  He is " dead meat," as they say on the lower east side.

And now he is our " dead meat."  Add him to the pile of failed acquisitions for which we grossly over-paid.  Players for whom we traded our future.  And lost.

Cashman is back, folks.  And nothing has changed.  It never was going to.