My personal predictive juices - slathered all over the Med-Bed - involve the Doomsday Glacier, World Wars 3 and 4, an alien attack from that 31:ATLAS space ship, and a big year from Anthony Volpe. (By big, I mean .230.)
Listen: I could be wrong.
Either way, it's 2026 and Cooperstown Cashman has not yet done anything incredibly stupid.
Basically, he hasn't done anything.
The merriment begins tomorrow, I suppose. Watch the skies, and happy new year.
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Every Yankees fan should start the new year by watching “Highest to Lowest” the new Spike Lee movie. I’m not going to say why. I guarantee there will be an important part in the story that will make all Yankees fans howl with laughter, enough to wash the awful sound of nothing emanating from the poor-me owners box.
Amed Rosario's Hot Corner dugout group is going to save us through chemistry-laden vibes. The late 90s dynasty was full of decent guys who played beyond their previously-shown abilities. They worked as a team. By sticking with the same team as last year--more or less--we've created cohesion. And chemistry. And goog vibrations.
Next week, we'll have a reading from another wonderful fairy tale from the canon of Mother Goose. Happy New Year, everyone.
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