Hey Kids, William of Ockham here. Just back from hanging out with the Venerable Bede, and boy is my brain tired!
Hey, I kid, I kid. Time to take a razor to that mailbox!
A certain Mr. Hammer from Planet Earth wonders if the Yankees are deliberately holding back the progress of Jasson Dominguez (of Planet Mars) to delay having to pay him—maybe even deliberately blowing out his throwing arm.
He wonders if the Yanks' signing of (bad) free agents over developing the kids is part of the same plot.
I feel ya, Hammer—but no need to go full conspiracy theory on us.
At last month's NYC SABR meeting—yes, I am everywhere—Anthony McCarron (helluva nice guy, incidentally), told us that "Hal is not cheap," pointing to the Yanks' $300 million payroll.
No question: $300 million is a lot of money. But if you're so willing to spend that in the cause of winning it all...why would you possibly keep Brian Cashman in charge of it?
As you may have heard, Cashman, at 28 years and counting, is now the longest serving GM of any North American sports team who did not also own said team...with the exception of Red Auerbach, who ran the Boston Celtics for 56 years.
Auerbach—and Red, knock it off with the cigars, already—won a total of 16 NBA championships (9 while doubling as coach).
Cashman championships on teams that did not include the Core of Four? 0. That's zero, zilch, nada.
So...why would you keep this guy on if you wanted your $300 million spent wisely? Only to AVOID winning the World Series.
No need to hatch plots to injure guys. Just leave the obedient fool in place to keep the team sort of contending, without ever winning it all. The result? Ever-increasing profit margins.
That's all ye can know, and all ye need to know on this earth (Hey, steal from the best!).
Incidentally, Duque? You're wrong: Hal's management is proof that there IS a God. He's just way too merciful to lesser cities.
Well, gotta step. Eternity doesn't last forever, you know—even though it probably seemed so at that Yankees game last night.
And like I always say: Numquam ponenda eat pluralitas sine necessitate.
See ya round the ballpark.
5 comments:
Fun one.
Well, how would it look if I wrote that, "Every time I see Cashman, I have the same thought: "There is a God."
Does that crackle?
That a-hole is going to be here until his hearse shows up. HAL probably almost had a coronary last year when they made it to the big showdown. He didn't have to worry, of course. A team devoid of fundamentals ain't going to win it all.
Who needs conspiracy theories when the truth is so much worse?
Because the conspiracy theories will, uh….uhm…..like . . .
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