Welcome to 2025's last day of infinite Yankee expectations

Tomorrow, as the free world knows, Trent Grisham will decide on the Yankees' $22 million qualifying offer, setting into motion one of two competing alt-realities for our looming winter of discontent. There are two scenarios: 

1. With Grisham in CF, hoovering not only long flies but much of Food Stamp Hal's 2026 mad money. The resulting OF logjam would probably eliminate the Yankees from bidding wars for Cody Bellinger and/or Kyle Tucker, leaving next year's outfield to look much like the one we just scrapped from our October hiking boots.

2. With Grisham gone to KC, Texas or Utica - 6-7, eh? - to be replaced in CF by Bellinger, Spencer Jones, a defensive stopgap - or even Jazz Chisholm, who played there in Miami. Tucker could wind up in LF, sending the Martian into trade exile. A complete overhaul. 

What's coming? Dunno. But don't despair. Not today, anyway. 

Instead, let's savor our last few hours of unlimited hope. 

Today, the Death Barge is said to be chasing Tucker, Edwin Diaz, Michael King, Pete Alonzo, Alex Bregman, your mom, and even Tatsuya Imai - this year's Yamamoto - a 27-year-old, RH starter and three-time all-star in Japan. They could sign a SS. They could sign a 3B. They could sign Harrison Bader. My God, today, the Yankees can sign anybody. 

People, this is our last day of unlimited promise in 2025. 

Tomorrow, Grisham will set into motion concrete blocks of reality that shall turn the team into a nautical tribute ballad by Gordon Lightfoot. Tomorrow, we will return to the regular losing template: The Yankees will sign one free agent - they always get one - and finish second in the bids for the rest, the tier that would truly make a difference. They'll stay competitive. They'll snag a few salary dumps - a new Fernando Cruz or maybe another Yerry de los Santos. 

We'll comb the bargain basements. The big names - Tucker, Alonso, Diaz, Imai - will get snapped up by the Dodgers, Phillies or Mets, the elites in MLB's new world order. 

But today - ahh, today - all bets are off. 

Tomorrow, it can turn cold. 

Today, for the last time in 2025, the Yankees can do anything!