Searching for meaning in a meaningless debacle

Writing concisely 2.0: 

And so it goes. Albert Abreu's luster - faithfully spit-shined by the Yankee brain trust since 2016, when he was obtained from Houston for Brian McCann (who later killed us in a post-season) - dims by the outing. Yesterday, the Murdoch Post jumped ship. Abreu's appeal was always tied to a radar gun, rather than his ERA, which made him an enigma to everybody waiting for the next Mariano (or even Mean Chad Green.) He feels a lot older than 24. I think that's what caused the Post to cancel him. Ah, cancel culture... 

But, yeesh... a 15-0 shellacking, the kind that - even to the end - would have roused Old George from his creamed corn. (SPRING GAMES MATTER.) These days, the Yankee brass understands the debacles of March, in the way that Elon Musk accepts a rocket exploding on the launch pad. Abreu gets shelled? So what? He has a minor league option. And the bird said, "Poo tee weet."  

Now and then, everybody pulls a stinker. Bond had Lazenby; Britney had Federline.  Fortunately, it was March 4, and recovering heart patient Aaron Boone didn't have to watch. Here's the pitching line. If you have a bum ticker, don't read.

Yeesh. Fortunately, most of the above names are barely google-able, adding new meaning to the word "meaningless." On this box score, only Deivi Garcia stands out: Two innings, two HRs, three k's - not the worst spring debut ever. Supposedly, the Yankees intend to stash Deivi through April in their Scranton refugee holding facility. The International League - or whatever they're calling it - won't start until May.

As of today, here's our rotation:

Gerrit Cole, the ace, the rock, the hope.
Corey Kubler, 1st question mark.
Jameson Taillon, 2nd question mark.
Jordan Montgomery, 3rd question mark.
Domingo German, 4th question mark.

Yeesh... After German - who faces a mountain of uncertainty - we tumble into King/Cessa/Loaisiga territory, which includes anyone who looks good over the next four weeks. Of course, few teams right now list an iron-clad rotation. But the Yankees biggest need this spring is not a LH-bat. It's luck. 

They need help from the juju gods. Without it, things could go south quickly.

Other items from The Debacle:

Mike Tauchman made his second error this spring. Not sure how to play this. Tauchy sits on the 25-man bubble, and his past fielding was solid. He played CF, went 0-2 with a strikeout. It's too early to ghost him. But he doesn't need another error, that's for sure. 

Gio Urshela returned from minor elbow surgery, if such a thing exists. That pushed Miguel Andujar to DH, where he lurks in the giant abyss-like shadow of Giancarlo Stanton. The Andujar logjam remains one of the most troubling issues in Campa Tampa. Nobody wants him in Scranton. But where does he play? Yesterday, he went 0-2.

Today, the Yanks are touting 21-year-old Yoendres Gomez, who hit 97 on the gun in the ninth inning, facing members of the Marywood Girls Choir. He's listed as a starter. Don't be surprised if he's our 7th inning man by June. God knows where we will be, by then, but I assure you: Yesterday's massacre will be long forgotten, replaced by a few that actually matter. And the bird said "Poo-tee-weet."