Keith Law on Jasson Dominguez: "He started 2022 with 57 games of pro experience, total, and that’s all he had had since signing in July of 2019. He ended up hitting well enough in High A that he would have finished in the top 10 in the Sally League in OBP and slugging if he’d qualified. Why do I get the sense people think he’s a disappointment?"

Hmm. Let's ponder that question. 

Why would Yank fans wonder about "The Martian?"

Well...

Jackson Melian. Jose Tabata. Jesus Montero. Dermis Garcia. Ruben Rivera. Ricardo Aramboles. Wilkerman Garcia. Nelson Gomez. Juan Deleon. Hans Montero. Et al. And those are merely the international signings. The first-round draft picks would need another post. 

Yesterday, Keith Law - (now of The Athletic; jeez, the guy changes uniforms like Cory Kluber) - ranked Dominguez #32 on his annual Top 100 Prospects list. This came with a gushing 300-word synopsis of The Martian's last three years, since the Yankees signed him at age 16. It questioned why some of us might feel as if we're being paid in Mallo Cup coupons at a Bitcoin convention. 

Somebody, please - shoot me. I can't do this anymore. Seriously. If I must endure another year of prospect boosterism about Dominguez, my head will burst like in a Cronenberg movie. This must be the year his testicles drop. He must arrive in 2023. If he spends the year at Double A, "adjusting," and shows up next year at, say, #58, all will be lost. I know he's only 19. I'm sorry for doubting him. But how much more Martian water can we carry, when there might not even be water on Mars.

We covered him here. 

He's been christened a teenage Mike Trout, compared to Bryce Harper at 16 and - in the most dangerous lines of all - evoked memories of another switch-hitting CF, the one who ruled my childhood. Dominguez received the highest signing bonus in Yankee history. As a result, the Death Star will surely get its money's worth in hype.

And here. 

It's a make-or-break season. He either hits, or he'll start to slowly disappear like superheroes on Thanos' hit list.

And here. 

Twice, he's ranked No. 1 on the Yank prospect list. (He's now 2nd, 3rd or 4th, depending on the site.) Twice, he appeared in Futures Games, once before he'd even played a year in the minors... Damn, he's done everything but date Pete Davidson.

So, why, why, WHY must we always swing at the biggest pinata? Are we doomed to our own gullibility? We question the Yankee Death Star, aware that it manipulates us, knowing the front office is Lucy with the football, awaiting our kick. We know it's a scam, a slight-of-hand designed to make us salivate like Pavlov's cocker spaniel. Yet we bite the hook. They sign another kid from somewhere far away - like Mars - and we oogle him every day, as if he's a sparrow in a webcam nest.

For the record, I'm glad that Keith Law believes in The Martian. Maybe he's right. Maybe everything will turn out in the end. But every Yank fan in captivity has good reason to question the truckload of bullshit that comes with every mention of Jasson Dominguez. It's not his fault that the Yankees eat their young. And we're not wrong to question them.