That's what we got this week: A big, fat, humongous zilch, as we wait for... well... something.
It's like that interstellar spaceship, 31/ATLAS. It's passing us by, heading for Ice Planet Hoth. We prepared ourselves for an all-channels "PEOPLE OF EARTH..." message from Thanos, or Dr. Manhattan, or Ming the Merciless. Somebody. Anybody. Instead, we got the FIFA Peace Prize and astronomy's version of the Epstein files - to be forever sat upon and kicked down the road, a big fat nothing.
Bombs keep dropping, prices keep rising, bodies keep piling up, and everybody sits around, waiting for... something.
So why would the Yankees be different? Cooperstown Cashman went to the winter meetings in Orlando, kicked a few tires, maybe tried a Hogwarts Blooming Onion in the Harry Potter theme pub. He saw no free agent worth bidding on, no trade worth pulling the trigger on, and went home without even visiting the Villages, in a quest for some golf cart sex. And here we are, on the other side of what used to be winter's most defining week, having accomplished... well... a big fat nothing.
The Orioles, Redsocks, Blue Jays and Dodgers all improved. The latter seem dangerously close to landing Skubal and making 2026 irrelevant. The Mets still sit atop the biggest pile of money aside from the one in Elon Musk's dirty conscience, and the Yankees keep waiting...
The good news? We haven't done anything stupid. The bad news? We seem to have no agenda. We wait for somebody to break the logjam - to sign Kyle Tucker, Cody Bellinger or Tatsuya Imai. We wait for a big fish to graze and move on. We talk like the Yankees of old, but it's just muscle memory. If we were really all-in on Bellinger, as we claim to be, we could have taken him off the board with an offer. But we didn't.
The Yankees are waiting and watching. If not for the Rule 5 draft - their first pick in 14 years, in which they selected a 25-year-old RH bullpen widget - there would have been no reason to hang around Thursday. Today, they're probably already home.
Weird winter, thus far. Earthquake in Alaska. Flooding in Washington State. Twenty-four inches, already on the ground, in Syracuse. A long, cold one is coming. And for now, a big, fat nothing.
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Instead of lawlessly taking an oil freighter, why didn't we take over a few Venezuelan baseball teams and replenish our minor league teams?
This administration makes no fucking sense. And that goes for both Orange Hitler and Cashman.
now, THAT would be cooking with gas, JM. I Like that. a sort of "spoils of war" thing, despite there being no war. as for the masterly and diplomatic post from our leader, I would argue that inaction is sometimes an action and, in this case, a bad action. it is true that one can overdo it in the endless quest for victory, but I don't think we can accuse Cash & Co of overdoing it here. I think he's doing the GM version of the old Rope-A-Dope - just do nothing and spin it relentlessly, wear us down, then declare victory. Ali he is not, though.
Randy Levine must be the Orange Heinrich Himmler.
JM....Lawlessly confiscating a Venezuelan oil freighter? I know nothing about it. You'll have to ask Pete Hesgeth about it. I let him handle those things. He's doing a great, great job, by the way.
Cashman returns empty handed and empty headed to us, the empty hearted.
Oil’s well that ends well.
Oil have to get back to you on that.
Cashman ain’t quart ‘n anybody
A candy-colored clown called Brian Cashman
Tiptoes to my room every night
Just to sprinkle bullshit and to mumble
"Go to sleep. A new arm is in sight."
I close my eyes, Then I drift away
Into a dream of Hal. I softly say
A desperate prayer like dreamers do.
Then I fall asleep to dream of winning too..
In dreams we win again. In dreams we will contend.
In dreams we're fine. All of the time we're winners
In dreams, In dreams.
But just before the dawn, I awake and find we're fucked.
I can't help it, I can't help it, if I cry.
I remember that the Cashman always lies.
It's too bad that all these things, Can only happen in my dreams
Only in dreams In beautiful dreams.
I saw this on X. I think there is a prevailing parallel thought with the Yanks:
He couldn’t get that parking lot land without buying the Mets and they are strictly sticking to 3 years on players to the point that they traded nimmo who had 5 years to pick up siemen who have 3 years.
Its not just a coincidence. The Mets is cohen biggest loss yearly to the tune of 200m in yearly losses
The casino is going to be his best asset
See where this is going….
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