A Steven Wright joke goes, "Last night, somebody broke into my apartment and replaced everything with exact duplicates. When I pointed it out to my roommate, he said, 'Do I know you?'"
Today, as pitchers and catchers arrive in Camp Tampa - de facto home to both the Rays and the former Evil Empire - the Yankees have replaced their team with a roster of exact duplicates from last year.
Somehow, this winter, somebody got into the clubhouse at George M. Steinbrenner Field and replaced every player - every lug nut, every molecule - with a perfect replica from last year's 2nd place team.
Same team, one year older...
I've followed the Yankees for 70 years. Never - never - do I recall them simply doubling down on last year's unexceptional team, as they have done. No big free agent, no major trade, no massively hyped rookie - just the same lineup that finished runner-up.
This year, the Yankees and Mets will mount completely opposite strategies. The Mets begat a total winter teardown, recreating their clubhouse down to the wall studs. The Yankees didn't even rearrange the furniture.
This could mean a craftier, wiser Yankee team, fused by comradery and experience.
It could mean a lineup that implodes from the strains of age.
On this blog, Cooperstown Cashman has few admirers. For years, I've wanted a new GM. But let's be honest: We're watching an exceptionally bold strategy - something entirely new. Cashman is holding his cards, standing pat, with or without a winning hand. He is doing this, of course, at the directive of Food Stamps Hal Steinbrenner.
Will it work?
Can the Yankees, buttressed by maturity, create a winning clubhouse? Or will we simply see more blown out body parts?
This winter, I wanted a frontline starter. Come October, I believe they will regret not adding one. So be it.
Another Steven Wright joke goes, "Whenever I think about the past, it just brings up so many memories." He's right. But I don't recall anything like what we're about to see.
And so begins the Great Yankee Experiment of 2026.

4 comments:
BRIAN IS AN IDIOT. HAL HATES THE YANKEES. NEITHER ONE CARES WHAT ANYONE THINKS ABOUT IT.
Second place is good enough!
The same team is coming back and so are the same fans. It’s deja vu all over again.
And that my friends, is the whole point. As long as the suckers keep coming back, as long as they keep sending their discretionary income to Hal, as long as the profit margin is healthy, he’s not going to care what little, if any, success the team has.
We are the suckers
Dick, you're absolutely right! What is wrong with me that I ever expected more?
You must have heard the cautionary tales
The dangers hidden on the cul-de-sac trails
From wiser men who've been through it all
And the ghosts of failures spray-canned up on the wall
We've got to judge the judge
Got to find the finds
We've got to scheme the schemes
Have to line the lines
We must stake the stakes
And show the shown
We must take the takes
And know the known
Try to place the place
Where we can face the face.
We got to face the face
Try to place the place
Where we can face the face
Face the face, got to face the face.
Face the face, got to face the face.
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