"Gut Feel" Goes On The Record....

As everyone knows by now, I rely on "gut feel" more than reality.

From the moment I saw Clint Frazier, as a rookie prospect, in a Yankee uniform ( see below ),



I knew he would never become a full-time Yankee.  My prediction was that Cashman would;

1.  Cut his hair

2.  Include him in a trade for some washed up pitcher

So far, for all the wrong reasons, Clint has never been allowed to show the full breadth and consistency of his skills.  He ran into walls in meaningless moments, severely shaking his brain.

He sat patiently, and " recovered."

When he resumed baseball activities, he fully extended to catch a fading fly ball in Altoona, or  in the home city of some forsaken ball-yard, and the contact with the earth re-rattled his head.

Again, he waited patiently.

All manner of baseball clods were brought to the Yankees to fill needs, in a depleted outfield, whilst Clint remained in his wheelchair painting seagulls with watercolors.

Clint is, I think, finally ready to show us what he can be.  How well he can play.  How much of a contribution he can make.  This spring training would present the ideal opportunity.  A do-over.

So now, I am certain he will be included in a trade package for some washed-out baseball clunker, with a " has-been" resume.  It is the Cashman way.

I hate the undefined deal already and actually hope, like the Jay Buhner trade, it comes back to haunt the Cashman Yankees  for a decade.  I want the team who gets him to win with him, and to defeat the Yankees whenever we are good enough to qualify for the "play-in" wild card game.

I am resigned to this inevitability.  My prediction, from the moment Clint Frazier appeared on the scene as a AAA top-prospect ( you can look it up ), remains unchanged:

We shall never get to see Clint Frazier as a full-time, starting outfielder for the Yankees. 

I hate to be right.

But my gut rarely lies.