Hey, Duque! What's the story?

 

What's the current snowfall score? Who's in first? What's in second?

It's 2026, for Yankee fans, the looming Year of Cringe

Ancient Yankee-Mayan calendars, as seen on the Bigfoot Channel, culminate in 2026, the year of "Bone and Shit," believed to be a 10,000 year-old reference to "Boone and Schlittler."

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.