One odd outcome of this tank-focused era in baseball: you really stick out if you try to win and then don’t. Have you seen Squid Game yet? The would-be contenders who try but fail are essentially those people who moved after the giant doll said red light, only this happens daily for several months until merciful October embraces us all in pumpkin spice, candy corn and yard work.
In New York, we find an organization that could have Jarred Kelenic, Pete Crow-Armstrong and Kumar Rocker. Instead, Steve Cohen and company have Edwin Diaz, Robinson Cano, and a chunk of payroll that wouldn’t exist if they’d just waited for their ship to come in. I get it; I like to push all in, too. I just never quite understand the binary that suddenly crops up midseason for some teams. Or when a new boss comes in and wags their Brodie V around just to say they’ve done something. Or when a new owner plays hardball with a first-round pick he was lucky to land. The game shouldn’t be about winning now or winning later and always waking the line going back and forth on that, or always robbing from the one hoping for the other. Whatever, sorry for the rant, let’s check the spects.
Please, blog, may I have some more?