Okay, Yankee fans, where were we? Oh, yes... ANGRY.

Yesterday, when the news tweeted, it brought a strange numbness. No sense of elation. No relief. For 99 days, I'd wrapped myself in rage - glorious, wonderful rage - over the MLB shitshow, over some of the greediest assholes in America - (though clearly, on the world geopolitical scale, they are minor leaguers.) I cannot lie: I almost felt let down. 

Old Fred Nietzsche, between migraines, once said, "If you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you." That about sums it up. Since Dec. 2, we have stared into a bottomless black hole - the hearts of the billionaires who own baseball. Now, I'm not ready to don their swag, to carry their water, to pretend it didn't happen. 

Somehow, baseball's fan base must let them feel our fury.

 Opening day is  is April 7.  We need a presidential address from the flatbed of a truck. 

But where were we? 

Last I remember, the Death Barge - that's what we call it - was gaslighting us into thinking it might sign Freddie Freeman. The Yankees were prepared to "go all in." That usually means placing second; the franchise is happy to chase wild cards. 

The Mets were methodically taking over NYC, and Hal Steinbrenner was doing yoga, or learning canasta, or buying another superyacht - whatever the fuck he does when not improving his baseball club.

So... where were we? 

Well, with 27 days until launch, the Yankees have:

a. No firstbaseman beyond Luke Voit, a DH. 
b. No shortstop beyond Gio Urshella, a 3B.
c. No centerfielder beyond Aaron Hicks, until he gets hurt.
d. No catcher beyond Gary Sanchez. 'Nuff said.
e. No rotation after Gerrit Cole and Jordan Montgomery.
f. A closer facing the twilight season.
g. A creaky bullpen.
h. An owner who voted against his franchise's self-interest during the lockout. 
i. Brian Cashman, entering his 25th year as GM.
j. A fawning broadcast outlet that critiques players without ever holding management accountable. 
k. No rookie, not one, ready to make an immediate impact.  
l. Joey Gallo. 

And here we go...