Interesting times, eh? We're "running "Venezuela, home to Miguel Cabrera, Jose Altuve and Omar Visquel - a threesome that tortured Yankees over the years. Our best Venezuelan was Bobby Abreu, who never met a warning track that didn't terrify him. There was Davey Concepcion... Luis Aparicio... Johan Santana... all from Venezuela, which we're running.
And then there is... Greenland? That's a bingo square I didn't have. I had Epstein files, measles, polar vortexes and our inexcusable unwillingness to dress nicely for plane rides. Interesting times.
And, right now, baseball isn't giving us any escape.
We're fiddling into January, waiting. Eventually, presumably, something will happen. Winter began in November with a spasm of player movements - Pete Alonso, Kyle Schwarber, Sonny Gray, Dylan Cease - while Food Stamps Hal moped about paying the rent.
December came and went. Hal moped. Here we are, waiting for Cody Bellinger to pick a team, while our modern Babadooks - the Mets, Phillies, Cubs, Jays, Redsocks and Dodgers - lurk in the money piles, keenly aware of our owner's moping.
Any day now, something will happen. Suddenly, markets for Kyle Tucker and Bo Bichette will explode, unleashing chaos. At that point, the Yankees will address their needs - SS, RH bat, bullpen, rotation, maybe 3B? - while we sit back and wait... waiting for the real waiting to begin.
Through April/May, we'll wait for Anthony Volpe, though I honestly don't know why.
Through May/June, we'll wait for Carlos Rodon. (He'll be 33.)
Through June/July, we'll wait for Gerrit Cole, at 35.
Through August/September, we'll wait for Clarke Schmidt, who might have to wait until 2027, when the season becomes a wait.
So, everybody... wait.
Maybe today, something will happen. Interesting times, eh?

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Remember, everything happens for a reason. Which suggests that everything that doesn't happen happens for a reason. Which implies that Hal is a kinky booted miser, Cashman is a fool (all the way to the bank), and Boone is an idiot (although at this point, I wonder how much of his onfield inanity is a form of passive aggressive behavior).
And they are each what they are for good reasons, or for no reasons at all, or for reasons we will never fully know or understand, though I think we all have a pretty good guess as to what those reasons are or could very well be.
Which sounds reasonable to me.
Every day, we must follow different, tortured paths of logic, always to arrive at the same, inescapable conclusions. JM outlined them above. Every day. Seems like the Yankees should change their name to "The Groundhogs."
Yank’ing our chain
Cashin’ in on our pain
Hal’s broke’n refrain
Boone is an idiot
“May you live in Interesting times” Ancient Chinese curse
It's 1913, it's 1928, it's 1933, it's 1968, but without the good drugs...
First, don't forget Thairo Estrada, the Yankee who took a literal bullet, and came back to become a pretty good, utility infielder.
What did we get for him? Oh, right! Food Stamps Hal SOLD him to the Giants. Because, you know, there's this awful thing called taxes that they make you pay, even if you've never earned a single dollar in your life...
Also, I still have approximately 2,000 "Thairo the Pharaoh" headpieces sitting in a warehouse in the Bronx, just in case anyone is interested...
No one is coming
Meanwhile, Lawrence O'Donnell, who is a pretty smart cookie, is insisting that Greenland is all more sleight of hand, and that Trump's REAL next target will be Cuba. Great. That will be, what, another 5,000-10,000 American lives lost? Just so the fascists can be sure of taking Florida until the waves cover it in another couple decades?
But let's close with a song, shall we? The great Harry Belafonte's "Matilda":
"Five hundred dollars, friends, I lost
Woman even sell me cart and horse!
Ma-tilda!
She take me money an' run Venezuela!
Everybody!
Ma-tilda..."
Wait, what, it's no longer musical Tuesday? When did that happen?
I'll take twenty seven of those, please Hoss.
When the tacos and haikus left town and it, uh, like, you know - became Wednesday.
The known knowns....Yanks want to go younger and not give Bellinger 7 years...
Hoss - I always preferred this version of the song
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l8iAqngLMq8
A classic, Doug! Almost as good as, "The Streets of Miami."
Ranger, I pity the poor Yankees interns who right now must be running around trying to invent a way that the team can finish "second" in the race for Bellinger—and maybe Tucker as well. I will say right now that the Yanks will not sign either player, nor will they address any of their other holes in any way.
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