It turns out that our third baseman has morphed into the scarecrow of “Wizard of Oz” fame – made of straw. As everyone knows by now, he’ll be having surgery on a torn labrum in his other hip, as opposed to the one that had gone to straw before. The timeline of all this is bizarre, but then drama is our guy Al’s middle name. Sigh.
So now what? The Yankees have a shortstop recovering from surgery, a third baseman going into surgery, no starting catcher, no starting right fielder and no utility infielder except Nunez – and a general manager whose mandate is to pull back on payroll.
Am I panicking? No. Cashman always manages to find people to fill holes. But I’m spoiled, I admit it. I want him to do more than fill holes….