By George, I've got it!

I was mulling over two ominous future events today.

No, not war with Iran or the planet's temperature increasing by another three degrees.

Much more ominous than that.  Namely:

—Giancarlo Stanton will return to the active roster.

—Some Yankee will be dragooned into playing the Home Run Derby at the All-Star break.

Suddenly, the answer to both looming catastrophes presented itself to me:  this one solves itself!

We insist on Stanton representing us in this dubious endeavor.  Even if he's not off the DL yet, due to his having stubbed a toe or developed a nasty hangnail.

He's our guy, and we send him out there.  A few ferocious swings and...presto!  Problem solved!  If somehow that doesn't work, we insist that he play the field as well.  Back to the DL.

Speaking of which, watching the SNY rodeo clowns, er, baseball experts tonight, they finally conceded that maybe, just maybe Clint Frazier is looking so good he can't be trade bait.

Instead, they turned their attentions to...Thairo Estrada.

Sigh.

Yeah, I guess getting shot, miraculously absorbing the bullet into your blood stream and emerging as the next superhero isn't enough for them.

Thairo is my Pharaoh!