Somehow, spring training snuck up on me this year. Maybe it’s because I’m in CA on my winter break from the cold Northeast and have been distracted, but nevertheless it’s here. Or there. Pitchers and catchers are showing up, some getting their numbers assigned, others getting their arms loose. And, of course, Girard is there answering questions about who will play where. I know I said this at times last year, but I honestly don’t know if I’ll recognize a lot of the new players without doing some serious homework.
Do I wish Cashman had signed a top starter? Yes. Our rotation is fragile. But our bullpen, on paper, has to be the best in the majors, hands down, so there’s that. Will the veterans have any punch left in their bats? Will the new guys be able to pick up the offensive slack? Nobody’s picking the Yankees to win anything this time around, so they could either surprise or sink. No idea.
What’s not in dispute – and I’m sorry to kick off the spring with a complaint – is the front office’s cluelessness when it comes to the fans. Did anyone see this story in the Post yesterday? No more of those print-them-at-home tickets we’ve come to rely on. The Yankees have shut the door on that, and it stinks. They claim it’ll eliminate fraud. I say it’ll make them more money at the expense of the fans. As if going to a game at the Stadium isn’t expensive enough.
But oh well. It’s on to Yankee baseball. We shall see what’s in store.
