1. Hollywood assholes give themselves awards.
2. Music industry assholes give themselves awards.
3. Supermodels give themselves tans.
4. TV news each night exposes an incredible scoop: It's winter.
5. The Pro Bowl holds it's Egg & Spoon race and Pie-Eating contest.
6. Flu.
7. Death.
8. Taxes.
9. The Yankees sign their upcoming Scranton roster.
10. MLB publishes its lists of prospects.
So, here we are, at No. 10, tapping our hammerhead toes until P's and C's report, barely three weeks from now. Yesterday, the MLB grist machine released its Yankee Top 30 Prospects - tweeted by the Somerset Patriots - which gently reminds us that, no matter how barren a system, there is always a top 30.
The Yankee pig list begins with The Martian, Jasson Dominguez, in his final year as a prospect, who will either win LF in spring training or foster an overwhelming sense of doom for 2025. Imagine the Yankees if, on opening day - say - Trent Grisham starts in left. Quickly, you realize the hopelessness that could emerge, following the loss of traitorous Juan Soto.
The list ends with a 6'2" Texan named Griffin Garner Herring, a 21-year-old lefty reliever who pitched last year for - um - LSU, the school. There is, literally, no way to measure this guy, aside from his record in the SEC. (He went 6-1, with a 1.79 ERA.)
If you need an indicator, try No. 19: Mani Cedeno, the 16-year-old Latino free agent SS who signed last week for $2.5 million, and who is, at the least, five years away from touching down in a meaningful game. At his signing, Cedeno was ranked No. 11 by MLB Pipeline in the 2025 international signing class, a list of similar ciphers and lottery tickets. As of today, he's still a nobody, who has done nothing, nowhere, no how, and yet he already slots in above Clayton Beeter and Everson Periera, who were exciting items in our top 10 a year ago.
Oh, well, the Grammys are this weekend. That'll kill 15 minutes.
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Is this a prospect list or a casualty list from that sunken ship called the Yankee Development Dept.?
I love you all on this here scow.
Griffin’s nickname is “Red”
The only act I recognize that's up for a Grammy is The Beatles.
I always thought that the Grammys were a neighborhood watch group made up of viagra addicted, cross dressing octogenarians. Is it something else?
Something to do with crackers and juice and nap time, AA.
Well bless their little hearts, JM.
AA... that's what the Guardian Angels group affiliate is called in Portland, OR
El Duque -
1) "The Pro Bowl holds it's Egg & Spoon race and Pie-Eating contest."
Good one. Yeah, the NFL is getting soft. It's not like the old days when Dick Butkus won the 1967 Pro Bowl Skills Competition, "Tackle a Man to Death and Eat His Liver" event, by barely (no pun) beating out Ray Nitschke when Ray, a religious man, paused to initiate last rights and to sprinkle some paprika.
2) "which gently reminds us that, no matter how barren a system, there is always a top 30."
Never thought of it that way but, true. Your observation about Mani is the saddest and most profound of all. When your Top 20 has a kid who used his bonus money to buy a bicycle you don't have much in the cupboard.
"which gently reminds us that, no matter how barren a system, there is always a top 30. "
Pretty damned funny, Doug! And I remember that Butkus win. I think that was the same contest in which Alex Karras was DQed when he did not technically tackle a man to death, but beat him to death with his helmet.
Hey, there are standards!
Is John Sterling still doing the Kitten Bowl?
https://youtu.be/buEZ1yfmzcA?si=S1VQtwHqzKi1u1zS
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