Let us ponder the Three True Outcomes of the Yankee Distress Continuum.
1. Yanks sign him. Their recent poor-mouthing was fakery. They'll have addressed their greatest need. They'll have spent money and secured a solid starter. This will likely end their heavy winter spending. Cory Bellinger signs elsewhere, and LF goes to the Martian or Spencer Jones.
2. He signs with a team from Nowhere. Seattle, Atlanta, Philly - some backwater junction we visit every three years. He cannot hurt us. (In the bidding war, the Yanks, of course, will come in second.) Cashman will peruse the recycling bins and give a false chase to Bellinger. The Martian/Jones still have a chance.
3. He signs with a rival. The Mets, Boston, Toronto, even Baltimore? Sirens will blare! Flashers will flash! Dogs and cats, living together! Cashman, in distress, might go all-in on Bellinger. The OF becomes a logjam, and Martian/Jones become chips. Cashman remakes the team with trades.
One week...
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Trade everybody, sell pieces of the stadium on ebay, fire the entire management and coaching staff, donate all the leftover Utz to the homeless.
I'm really tired of this stupid shit. Let's start over. Maybe root for the Mets or only watch MiLB games. If the Giants can't lose to Vegas, fuck them, too.
Incapacitated by the flu here. Vaxxed to the max, but still laid low.
Anyway, it does take more than spending $$$ to win as this excellent article from YGY details:
https://yanksgoyard.com/dodgers-andrew-friedman-just-revealed-yankees-biggest-problem-in-modern-era
"The planet has been through a lot worse than Us. Been through earthquakes, volcanoes, plate tectonics, continental drift, solar flares, sun spots, magnetic storms, the magnetic reversal of the poles … hundreds of thousands of years of bombardment by comets and asteroids and meteors, worldwide floods, tidal waves, worldwide fires, erosion, cosmic rays, recurring ice ages … And we think some plastic bags and some aluminum cans are going to make a difference? The planet isn’t going anywhere. WE are!
We’re going away. Pack your shit, folks. We’re going away. And we won’t leave much of a trace, either. Maybe a little Styrofoam … The planet’ll be here and we’ll be long gone. Just another failed mutation. Just another closed-end biological mistake. An evolutionary cul-de-sac. The planet’ll shake us off like a bad case of fleas.
The planet will be here for a long, long, LONG time after we’re gone, and it will heal itself, it will cleanse itself, ’cause that’s what it does. It’s a self-correcting system. The air and the water will recover, the earth will be renewed. And if it’s true that plastic is not degradable, well, the planet will simply incorporate plastic into a new paradigm: the earth plus plastic. The earth doesn’t share our prejudice toward plastic. Plastic came out of the earth. The earth probably sees plastic as just another one of its children. Could be the only reason the earth allowed us to be spawned from it in the first place. It wanted plastic for itself. Didn’t know how to make it. Needed us. Could be the answer to our age-old egocentric philosophical question, “Why are we here?”
Plastic… asshole.”
(a little George to start the last weakend of 2025)
Sorry to hear that, 999. But are the Yankees trying to win? Coulda fooled me.
JM, I'm with you. Enough, already. Back in the day, the Yanks played the free-agent mart perfectly. There were all sorts of rumors, hurried meetings, stars being flown in for a tour of the city, opposing GMs tearing their hair. And then, usually by Christmas...voila! A new star—or two, or even three—had arrived.
Now, it's just torture, and the end result is always, 'Oh, we came in second.' hell with it.
BTR - as a Kryptonian the best and fastest road to recovery is to expose yourself to the rays of the red sun.
Just make sure there aren’t any Police around . . .
Bartender! Give me some of what these guys are having! I’m with you all. Let me present this Siri: the current version of the Yankees is a perfect representation of where we are as a culture. I can go into more detail at the future date, but I am now dictating this to my phone on a busy street corner in Savannah, while I am waiting for my significant other to finish up at a bookstore so that I can go photograph some weirder shit away from this gentrified slop bucket. I love you all.
Shoot Shoot Shoot, BITTY !
The weirder the better
Go to a grocery store and shoot a banana.
crank up your Hasselblad and bracket the peel off that banana !
Only film on this trip is a Minolta Autocord TLR. No Hassy for me, sadly. Mainly artisanal, aged-in-brine digital imagery.
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