It says: " If all goes well with Severino's check-up on Saturday, it will take about 6 weeks to have him ready."
Do the math; September.
All will not go well, but the Yankees may pretend that it did. The doctors don't know what is wrong so: " rest, followed by more rest, and call me in the morning," still applies.
Severino is tired of sitting on the bench pretending to be a teammate, and spitting pumpkin seeds. He will try to throw no matter what the doctors " conclude." Cashing those huge checks while contributing nothing is beginning to feel a bit too much like a hedge fund manager.
But the truth is; Severino needs surgery. He has since the second half of last season, when his velocity tanked, his command tanked, and his "stuff" become that of batting practice pitchers.
But no one wanted to admit that. Everyone decided to play: " let's pretend."
So he will show up in six or seven weeks, having had one "decent" outing in Scranton ( 3 runs ; 4 innings; 6 hits ; 2 HRs; 2 K's ; 3 walks ; one balk ), and be ready for a 65 pitch outing in the playoffs.
Something Luis Cessa can do.
He will get hammered, but Aaron will throw him out there again, every 5th day. Until we get the news:
"His arm still aches and he needs another MRI."
The cover-up is this:
Severino is going to effectively miss all of this season, have surgery and, thereby, miss all of the 2020 season as well.
It will take until halfway into 2021 to know if he has anything back.
Our ACE.
He has been misdiagnosed and mishandled.
And all we hear is total bullshit.
Honk on that one for a while.
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Nice to sign a new 4 year contact and be out for at least half of that. I guess they expect for him to be Tanaka and pitch with an arm which is about to fall off.
More BS from the death quasar.
A non-doctor diagnosing someone he has never seen. Impressive.
Very true, Alphonso, very true!
And here's Cashman's true genius as an apparatchik: The big contract gives him plausible deniability as being ignorant that something was wrong with Sevvy—"See? Would I give him all that money??"—while also serving as a de facto payoff to Severino to keep his mouth shut.
If there were such a thing as an enterprising sports reporter in New York, he or she would busy themselves finding out just when people began to suspect Sevvy's real problem was NOT "tipping his pitches."
(My guess? Almost immediately.)
But somebody had them push ahead anyway. Hmm, wonder who that could be?
Either Cashman made a bad, malevolent decision on this, or he received incompetent advice from the people he hired. Either was, it's his fault.
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I AGREE.
HE IS DONE THIS YEAR.
SURGERY IS REQUIRED, BUT I BET IT WAS REQUIRED A WHILE AGO.
BOY, COOP AND THE GANG REALLY MESSED THIS ONE UP.
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