Could it be over before it even begins? That's the way it feels, if you read the back pages of the New York Post and Daily News. The season for the New York Yankees, 28-time World Series Champs (blah,blah,blah) is finished. By failing to land the big free agent prize, LHP Cliff Lee, they just plain failed. Failed their fans, their storied legacy, their recently-departed owner, just about everyone.
I keep waiting for jaw-dropping headlines to pop-up on Yankees.com announcing a blockbuster trade for Seattle's King Felix Hernandez. And for the Yankees to have traded away half of their minor league system,and to have thrown in Johnny Damom as an added bonus. Oh wait. I almost forgot, Damon hasn't been a Yankee for over a year now.
But, alas, I am not ecstatically overjoyed or even pleasantly surprised when I log-on to Yankees.com. No, I am just plain ill.
For what did the Yankees do with the extra $25million dollars a year that they now have burning a hole in their big Bronx pockets? Spend some of it, right? On maybe a top-of-the-rotation guy to slot in behind C.C. Sabathia? No, how about a washed-up former Cy Young Award Winner who hasn't met a concession stand he didn't like? "Oh, but it's low risk," the Yankee G.M. says, trying to sell the signing of Bartolo Colon to his fan base. But these demanding fans are not about to buy what he is selling- yeah, Colon may be cheap, but you know how long really Cheap Colon lasts. After a while it goes bad and starts to really stink.
