METS SIGN JOSE SIRI & ACCIDENTLY BLOW A CHANCE TO SIGN JUAN SOTO TOO

Steve Cohen and the New York Mets made a move Tuesday that will certainly raise eyebrows: José Siri, the flashy yet offensively inconsistent outfielder from the Tampa Bay Rays, is headed to Queens in exchange for reliever Eric Orze. While Siri is a defensive dynamo—leading all center fielders in defensive runs saved last season—his bat left a lot to be desired, hitting just .187 with 18 home runs and 14 stolen bases. But let's be real, Yankees fans, the real story here isn’t Siri’s stat line—it's the potential drama that could come with this signing, especially when it comes to the Mets' pursuit of Juan Soto.

Sure, there's no official documentation of a personal beef between Siri and Soto, but let’s not kid ourselves: these two don’t exactly get along. The tension was crystal clear last summer when Soto, while playing for the Yankees, took his sweet time trotting around the bases after hitting a bomb off the Rays. Now, anyone who’s seen Soto's home runs knows he enjoys a good trot, but this one felt different. It seemed like a very direct response to José Siri’s antics earlier in the game. While Soto never outright admitted it, the slow stroll around the bases was impossible to ignore—especially when the boos from the Yankee Stadium crowd turned into applause as he relished every moment.

Soto was asked about it after the game and played it cool with a dismissive answer: "I don’t know what [José Siri] was doing, actually. For me, I just — you know, hot weather. Tough day. Tried to save the hammies and make sure I go nice and easy." Sure, Juan. We get it—you were just trying to avoid injury. But the message was loud and clear: Soto doesn’t care for Siri's antics.

Now, with Siri’s move to the Mets, a new complication arises for New York’s long-term plans to land Soto. Soto, as we all know, isn’t one to share the spotlight easily, Judge being the exception. He's one of the game's brightest stars, and if you think he's going to willingly split center stage with someone like Siri—who's as ego-driven as they come—then think again. Siri may be a defensive wizard, but he's also a player who craves attention, and it's clear that Soto isn’t the biggest fan of that.

The Mets might think they’ve struck gold with Siri’s glove, but this could come back to bite them in a big way when it comes time to woo Soto. Juan’s not about to share a locker room with a guy who rubbed him the wrong way on the field—and he definitely won’t want to deal with a Siri-sized distraction while trying to take the Mets to the next level. In my opinion, if the Mets truly want to compete for Soto’s services, they’ll have to get past this little ego clash—and with Steve Cohen’s recent blunder, it’s hard to see how that’ll happen.

While the Mets' new acquisition may cause some headaches in their quest for Soto, the Yankees have a much more harmonious option. Soto just had a magical run with the Yankees, one that ended in a World Series appearance. And while the Mets are busy making questionable moves, the Yankees are building a championship-contending culture that Soto could easily see himself in for the long haul. If the cash is close, it seems pretty clear that Soto will go with the familiar—especially when he could have a legitimate shot at more titles with the Yankees.

The reality is this: the Mets’ move to sign Siri is likely to cause enough friction to derail any real shot they have at Soto. But the Mets have made their bed, and I’m not sure Soto will want to lie in it.

At the end of the day, this feels like another misstep by Steve Cohen’s Mets. Adding Siri to the mix not only complicates their outfield but also makes it more likely that Soto will look elsewhere—like, say, New York’s other team.  If you’re a Yankees fan, this is a win—and a big middle finger to the Mets, whose latest move just made their Soto pursuit all the more difficult. Keep your eyes on the prize, Yankees fans—the Mets just gave us a gift.

SERIOUS QUESTION. DOES HAL STEINBRENNER KNOW WHAT HE'S DOING?

Hal Steinbrenner made waves today at the owners’ meetings with his candid remarks about the Yankees’ pursuit of Juan Soto. “I have no idea” how it will play out, he admitted multiple times. While he assured fans that the team has “the ability to sign any player we want,” his measured tone exposed a lingering truth: 

Hal runs the Yankees like a business, but fans demand a dynasty.

For Yankees faithful, it’s hard not to think of George Steinbrenner in moments like this. When George wanted a player, he didn’t hesitate—he got them. It wasn’t just about talent; it was about the pulse of the fans. He understood their passion and mirrored it in his relentless pursuit of excellence. George’s Yankees weren’t just a team—they were an identity, a legacy built on bold moves and a refusal to accept second place.

Hal, by contrast, speaks of sustainability and luxury tax thresholds. “Payrolls like this year’s are not feasible year after year,” he explained. That logic makes sense in a boardroom, but Yankees fans don’t care about fiscal responsibility—they care about winning. Soto, just 26 and one of the game’s brightest stars, represents a chance to ignite another golden era. But Hal’s comments suggest he’s bracing for a bidding war he may not want to win, especially with Mets owner Steve Cohen, whose $16 billion fortune overshadows Hal’s $4 billion.

Michael Kay’s warning that Cohen could outbid Hal by $50 million has only stoked fears. If the Yankees lose Soto, it won’t be because they couldn’t afford him—it’ll be because Hal chose not to. That distinction is where frustration turns into fury.

Hal insists he gets it. “I’ve got ears. I know what’s expected of me,” he said. But does he? Yankees fans want more than words; they want action. When Aaron Judge turned down a bigger offer from the Padres in 2022 to stay in the Bronx, it felt like a triumph of loyalty and legacy. But Soto isn’t a homegrown Yankee. He’s a mercenary who will follow the money—and fans need to see that Hal is willing to fight for him, no matter the cost.

George Steinbrenner wasn’t perfect, but he was a man who understood the soul of the Yankees. He spent recklessly, demanded fiercely, and lived for the roar of the crowd. For George, losing wasn’t an option, and excuses didn’t fly. That intensity—sometimes chaotic, always exhilarating—defined the Yankees’ golden years.

Hal’s calculated approach feels like a pale shadow of that legacy. He’s a businessman navigating modern baseball’s financial waters, but in doing so, he risks losing the emotional connection that made the Yankees more than just a team.

Juan Soto is more than a player—he’s a chance for Hal Steinbrenner to prove he understands what it means to lead the Yankees. If he lands Soto, it will show he can rise to the moment, channeling the fire that made his father a legend. But if he doesn’t, the narrative is already written: Hal, too cautious and too detached, let another cornerstone slip away.

Yankees fans don’t just want wins; they want a leader who shares their passion, their urgency, and their pride. George had it. Now, it’s Hal’s chance to show he does, too.

YANKS MEDIA SWAYING FANS TOWARD DURBIN OVER GLEYBER & IT'S JUST NOT FAIR

If you’re a Yankees fan, you’ve undoubtedly heard the buzz around Gleyber Torres and his future with the team. Or perhaps you’ve been caught up in what seems like the Yankees' latest attempt to convince fans that Caleb Durbin is the next savior at second base. Is it just me, or is this like trying to convince everyone that sparkling water is better than soda—refreshing, maybe, but where’s the kick?

Let’s break down why Gleyber Torres is more important to the New York Yankees than any fall-league standout, no matter how many bases he steals. Torres, who just wrapped up a one-year, $14.2 million deal, has been the Yankees' steady and occasionally heroic second baseman, adding that much-needed offense to a lineup that sometimes swings like they’re facing ghost pitchers. In 2024, Torres hit .257 with 15 home runs and 63 RBIs—solid numbers for a team that occasionally made scoring runs look as challenging as solving a Rubik’s cube blindfolded. Over his MLB career, Torres has a .265 average with 138 home runs and 441 RBIs. Not exactly numbers you roll your eyes at, unless you’re one of those fans who think Derek Jeter should still be playing shortstop.

“I’ve played here since 2018. I’ve got family here,” Torres said when asked about his future. “I know everybody in the organization, but at the end of the day, it’s a business and I can’t control that. Let’s see what it’s gonna be the next few months.” Ah yes, the classic “It’s a business” line—the baseball equivalent of saying, “I’m about to be traded faster than you can say ‘luxury tax’.”

And shop around he might. Yankees GM Brian Cashman didn’t exactly sound like he was preparing to keep Torres’s locker warm. “I’m not gonna dissect what he’s good at and not as good at,” Cashman said, in a tone that’s supposed to sound noncommittal but comes off more like, “I’m already picturing him in another uniform.” But let’s get one thing straight—while the Yankees might flirt with other options, they’d be fools to ignore what Torres brings to the table. And when October comes around? Gleyber becomes the human embodiment of a magnet, finding his way to first base so often you’d think he was trying to claim squatters' rights.

Now, let’s talk Caleb Durbin, the 24-year-old who’s been hailed as the “Breakout Prospect of the Year” in the Arizona Fall League after stealing 29 bases in 24 games. Yes, you read that right—Durbin could probably steal a base in flip-flops. But here’s the kicker: Durbin isn’t even ranked in the Yankees’ top 30 prospects. So when Aaron Boone, the Yankees' resident cheerleader (and occasional strategy saboteur), says, “I think he’s a stud...he’ll play a big role for us this upcoming season,” you have to wonder if he’s just reciting from the team’s PR script. Boone’s endorsement, folks, is about as reassuring as using duct tape to fix a leaky boat.

Durbin’s stats—a .275 average with 10 home runs, 60 RBIs, and 31 stolen bases across Single-A, Double-A, and Triple-A—are solid, but let’s not start engraving his name on any trophies just yet. The Yankees’ attempt to sell fans on Durbin as the future feels like when your friend insists their new artisanal energy drink is going to change your life. Sure, there’s potential, but replacing a battle-tested player with flashes of postseason brilliance for an unproven speedster? Risky at best.

Torres, who’s soon to be 28, might look at a short-term deal in free agency, with MLBTradeRumors suggesting a two-year, $36 million contract. That’s pocket change compared to some deals we’ve seen. The Yankees should pounce on this opportunity. Why? Because Torres is that clutch, reliable snack in the pantry—you might take it for granted until it’s gone. Meanwhile, Durbin is like that new kale chip—interesting, trendy, but who knows if anyone will actually enjoy it in the long run?

So, Yankees fans, don’t be fooled by the flashy Fall League headlines. Caleb Durbin might be fast, but he has time. Plus, can he match Torres’ postseason heroics, leadership, and ability to get on base when it matters most? Until proven otherwise, Gleyber Torres is still the real deal, and the Yankees would do well not to let Boone, and his eternally stupid smile make fans believe otherwise.

THE VOTERS GOT IT RIGHT. AARON BOONE SUCKS!

The American League Manager of the Year was announced on Tuesday, and to the shock of absolutely no one, Aaron Boone didn’t even come close. Cleveland Guardians rookie manager Stephen Vogt obliterated the competition, earning 27 out of 30 first-place votes. He beat out AJ Hinch of the Tigers and Matt Quatraro of the Royals with ease. And Boone? He finished FIFTH. Fifth! That’s exactly where an amateur belongs.

Let’s be clear: the Yankees won an AL-best 94 games, and Boone still wasn’t a finalist. Why? Because nobody’s fooled anymore. This guy is the managerial equivalent of an intern trying to run a Fortune 500 company. The Yankees won despite Boone, not because of him. Give most halfway competent managers the talent Boone has at his disposal—a lineup dripping with MVP candidates and a pitching staff that practically manages itself—and they’d deliver a season for the ages. Instead, Boone gave us inconsistency, baffling decisions, and a maddening inability to learn from his mistakes.

This man’s managing style is nothing short of amateur hour. Whether it’s his misuse of the bullpen (how many games has he handed away this year?) or his refusal to hold players accountable, Boone is a walking argument against letting “vibes guys” manage elite baseball teams. His over-reliance on analytics is laughable; it’s like watching someone try to drive using only their GPS while ignoring the giant potholes in the road. The result? A team that underachieves and a fanbase that’s ready to riot every time Boone waddles out of the dugout to make another head-scratching decision.

Meanwhile, Stephen Vogt, in his first year, managed to turn a scrappy Guardians team into something special with a fraction of the resources. That’s what real managing looks like. Boone? He’s like a kid playing dress-up in the Yankees’ managerial office, way over his head and out of his depth.

Here’s the best part: the voters just did what Yankees fans have been begging Hal Steinbrenner to do for years. They screamed loud and clear, “This guy is not a good manager!” Boone has finally been exposed on a national stage for what he is—a terrible leader riding on the coattails of immense talent.

The voters got it right. Boone doesn’t belong anywhere near a Manager of the Year conversation.

He belongs in a coaching seminar labeled “What Not to Do.” Yankee fans deserve better than this bafflingly bad amateur act. It’s time to get a professional in the dugout before Boone wastes another season of generational talent. Hal, are you listening yet?

YANKEES SABATHIA & ICHIRO WILL MAKE HEADLINES SOON

When baseball fans think of legends who didn’t just play the game but rewrote it, the names Ichiro Suzuki and CC Sabathia often come with a knowing nod and a “yeah, they were something else.” Now, as the Hall of Fame ballot is poised to drop, these two titans are set to headline as first-time candidates. Buckle up, Cooperstown; this could rival the ruckus of Mariano Rivera’s 2019 induction, which had 55,000 fans squeezing into town like it was the last train out of the city.

Ichiro wasn’t just a baseball player; he was a wizard with a bat and a pair of cleats. At 50, his legacy is one of daring feats that started in Japan’s Pacific League and made MLB scouts double-check if their radar guns were busted. Across nine seasons in Japan, he chalked up a staggering .353 average in 951 games, making statisticians reconsider their life choices. And then came 2001, when Ichiro parachuted into the Seattle Mariners’ lineup and turned the league upside down.

His rookie year? Oh, just casually winning both AL MVP and Rookie of the Year. No big deal. For the next decade, he made 200-hit seasons look as easy as tying shoelaces, with a record 262 hits in 2004 that still has pitchers waking up in cold sweats. And don’t even get us started on his career 3,089 MLB hits—add those to the 1,278 he snagged in Japan, and boom, 4,367 hits. That’s Pete Rose’s record obliterated, without the gambling drama.

Ichiro’s magic wasn’t just in the numbers. He brought finesse, elegance, and enough swagger to make the most seasoned veterans take notes. Five-tool player? More like an all-tool player. His hand-eye coordination? Preposterous. Speed? Blink, and he’s on second. Arm? Cannon. There are stories about him launching balls into the right-field stands during Mariners’ batting practice just for fun, even though he was content laser-beaming singles like an artist perfecting brush strokes. If he had gone full Hulk on power, who knows how many fences he’d have cleared? But no, he kept it classy—Ichiro-style.

Then there’s CC Sabathia, a human bulldozer on the mound with a grin that said, “Let’s go.” Standing tall (literally and figuratively) since his debut in 2001 with the Cleveland Indians, Sabathia was that guy you didn’t want to face. His fastball sizzled, his slider dipped like it was dodging traffic, and hitters swung like they were trying to fan away gnats.

Sabathia’s stats are nothing to sneeze at: 251 wins, 3,093 strikeouts, and enough innings pitched to circle the Earth (almost). But it was 2008 when he became the stuff of legend. Traded mid-season to the Milwaukee Brewers, CC put on a cape and carried that team into the postseason like a one-man cavalry, pitching on short rest so often that opposing teams wondered if he’d cloned himself. This heroic stretch solidified him as the league’s ultimate workhorse—a man who could lug the weight of a team on his broad, 6’6” shoulders.

And let’s not forget his time with the Yankees, where he became not just a star but a mentor, a clubhouse sage, and the go-to guy for big-game performances. His 2009 postseason was a masterpiece, helping secure a World Series ring and a whole lot of love from New York fans. CC was more than a pitcher; he was the guy who’d shout encouragement, take the ball in any situation, and still have time to joke with teammates.

With Ichiro Suzuki and CC Sabathia now in the Hall of Fame conversation, fans are ready for a heartwarming, nostalgia-fueled spectacle. These two didn’t just play baseball; they made baseball fun, global, and unforgettable. Their eventual induction will be a standing ovation to careers that brought endless joy, awe, and a reminder that the sport is best played with style and heart.

--Alvin Izzo

BYB Yankee History Contributor

YANKS STOCKPLIE CHEAP ARMS IN THEIR REAL PURSUIT: JUAN SOTO

Here we go again: the Yankees have signed Cristian Hernandez to a minor-league deal and forgive me if I’m not exactly breaking out the confetti. Hernandez, 24, spent most of 2024 as a reliever in Double-A Reading with the Phillies organization, sporting a respectable 3.40 ERA and a 44:9 K
ratio over 42.1 innings. Sure, solid numbers for the Reading Fightin' Phils, but the big leagues are a different beast—and the Yankees need more than a "hole filler" if they're serious about contending.

Let’s call it like it is; Hernandez is a depth piece. A Band-Aid, not a solution. He’s yet to pitch above Double-A, which feels more like a gamble than a game-changer. Sure, he could potentially serve as a swingman down the road, but unless he’s hiding a Mariano Rivera cutter in his back pocket, this move isn’t moving the needle.

Here’s where the annoyance creeps in. The Yankees have glaring needs in the pitching department. Glaring. Our rotation is a perpetual question mark, and the bullpen isn’t exactly overflowing with untouchable arms. So, what do we do? We dip into the minor-league bargain bin instead of making a splash. It’s hard not to feel like this is just rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic.

And here’s my theory: the Yankees are pinching pennies because they’re saving up for Juan Soto. Let’s face it—if Soto becomes available, he’s going to cost more than the GDP of a small country. The Yankees know this, and they’re cutting corners to keep their wallet fat for a Soto-sized splurge. It’s a tantalizing thought, but while we’re daydreaming about Soto in pinstripes, our pitching staff could be melting down like the Wicked Witch of the West.

So, while Cristian Hernandez might surprise us—because Yankees fringe signings love to make me eat crow—I’m not holding my breath. He’s a hole filler, plain and simple, and I don’t see him making a significant impact. The real impact? That’s going to come when (if?) Soto shows up at Yankee Stadium with the price tag we’re apparently trying to afford. Until then, let’s hope the rotation holds together with duct tape and prayers.

STROMAN LOVED BEING A YANKEE, BUT THAT AIN'T ENOUGH

The New York Yankees are rolling into 2025 with some big decisions on their plate. And we’re not talking about whether to bring back the garlic fries vendor in Section 213. Nope, it’s roster-trimming time, and one name that’s sitting in the “maybe it’s time to pack your bags” column is none other than Marcus Stroman. Let’s just say he’s been more of a “serviceable sidekick” than the hero Yankee fans were hoping for. And in this city, we don’t exactly throw ticker-tape parades for decent.

Sure, Stroman played the part of a good teammate—gave the obligatory high-fives, didn’t cause a clubhouse mutiny—but if we’re being honest, he didn’t exactly make the Yankee Stadium radar guns sweat. And if you’re not making fans sit up and whisper “This is our guy” during a seventh-inning jam, you might be on thin ice in the Bronx.

As for his postseason contributions? Oh, you’re cute. While Stroman’s regular-season numbers were nothing to post on the fridge, the Yankees chose to keep him off the playoff mound. It’s the kind of benching that screams, “We’re good, thanks.” Translation: the front office wasn’t exactly expecting Stroman to unleash a Cy Young-worthy performance under the October lights.

But here’s where things get spicy: that $18.3 million he’s slated to pocket in 2025. A pretty penny for a pitcher whose starts make Yankees fans collectively groan like they’ve just discovered the hot dog stand ran out of mustard. Trading him could open up some serious financial breathing room—and maybe even some real breathing room for fans during tight games.

So let’s glance at the stats from his 2024 campaign. Stroman wrapped up the year with a 10-8 record, a 4.07 ERA, and a WHIP that says, “Yeah, you might want to grab another beer” at 1.43. His K/9? A decidedly unthreatening 6.7. Post-All-Star break? Yikes. He went 3-4 with a bloated 5.40 ERA in nine starts. In the first half, he wasn’t exactly prime Sandy Koufax either, with a 7-4 record and a 3.51 ERA.

Now, here’s the kicker—Stroman’s 2025 contract isn’t just a balloon: it’s a full-blown Macy’s float. If he logs over 140 innings, his 2026 vesting option turns into a player option, meaning the Yankees could be on the hook for another year.

Let’s talk trends, shall we? His velocity dipped from a respectable 92.2 mph to a far less reassuring 90.6 mph. His strikeout rate hit a career-low 6.58 K/9—cue the Little League comparisons—and his walk rate ticked up to 3.49 BB/9. And the cherry on this worrying sundae? His famed ground ball rate took an 8% nosedive, like someone greased the ball with butter.

So, what’s the plan, Yankees? A Stroman trade, even if it needs a bit of sweetener (maybe a case of those fancy pinstriped baseballs?), could be the ticket. Redirect those funds to a pitcher who doesn’t make you cover your eyes during a fifth-inning jam or just figure out a way to give it to Juan Soto.

WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO ALEX VERDUGO?

The New York Yankees have some big decisions to make this offseason, and one of the most interesting is what to do with Alex Verdugo. Sure, his offensive numbers weren’t eye-popping last season, but there’s still a strong case for keeping Verdugo in pinstripes and even platooning him with the electric Jasson Domínguez. Plus, with the possibility that Juan Soto might not return, the Yankees are going to need another solid defensive outfielder. Verdugo fits that bill perfectly.

First off, let’s talk about Verdugo’s defense—because it’s elite. In left field, he’s shown off a cannon of an arm, great range, and a knack for reading plays. These aren’t just nice-to-have skills; they’re exactly what a Yankees team that prides itself on rock-solid fielding needs. With Verdugo holding down the outfield, the pitching staff can breathe a little easier knowing there’s someone reliable out there.

But Verdugo isn’t just a glove and a strong arm. The guy’s got that intangible spark that teams love. He’s energetic, competitive, and brings a fiery personality that’s contagious in the clubhouse. When things get tough during those mid-season slogs, having someone like Verdugo who can keep spirits high and the energy up can be a game-changer. You can’t measure that kind of impact in stats, but it’s the type of thing that keeps a team pushing through tough stretches.

Now, yes, his bat wasn’t quite as hot as fans hoped this past season, but let’s not write him off just yet. Everyone has a down year, and Verdugo has shown he’s capable of bouncing back. With the right coaching and a little tweak to his approach, he could rediscover that reliable stroke and contribute at the plate. Betting on Verdugo’s rebound could pay off big, especially when you consider what he brings defensively.

Speaking of contributions, platooning Verdugo with Jasson Domínguez could be a win-win. Domínguez is poised to be a breakout star, but having a seasoned player like Verdugo around as a mentor and a complementary piece makes the transition smoother. Let’s face it, adapting to the big leagues—and doing it in New York—is no easy task. Verdugo’s experience could be exactly what Domínguez needs to thrive while taking some pressure off.

And with Juan Soto’s future uncertain, Verdugo’s defensive chops and veteran presence become even more crucial. Championship runs are built on depth, and Verdugo gives the Yankees exactly that. He’s a known quantity, familiar with the team and what it means to play in Yankee Stadium, and there’s no gamble in what he brings defensively. On the other hand, looking outside for replacements could mean overpaying or rolling the dice on someone untested in the Bronx.

At the end of the day, keeping Alex Verdugo around just makes sense. His defense is top-notch, his presence boosts the clubhouse, and there’s real potential for him to regain his offensive form. Pairing him with Domínguez adds balance and depth that the Yankees will need for another deep run. Betting on Verdugo isn’t just about one player; it’s about setting the whole outfield up for success and being ready for whatever challenges come next.

LUIS GIL MADE IT HAPPEN!

Luis Gil, the Yankees' 26-year-old right-hander, made headlines Monday night by snagging the 2024 American League Rookie of the Year award, adding yet another feather to the Yankees’ cap—or perhaps another notch in their pinstripes. He becomes the 10th Yankee to earn this prestigious honor, solidifying the Bronx Bombers as the AL's Rookie of the Year dynasty. Only the Los Angeles Dodgers (18 winners) can top that number, but hey, we’ll let the NL have something to brag about.

The race wasn’t without drama. Gil narrowly edged out Baltimore Orioles outfielder Colton Cowser in what felt like a baseball reality show finale. With 106 points to Cowser’s 101, Gil clinched the prize by just five points. It was a nail-biter, folks—Cowser earned 13 first-place votes and 11 second-place votes, but Gil outpitched him in the popularity department with 15 first-place and 10 second-place votes. It was as close as a ninth-inning, bases-loaded showdown, but in the end, the kid from the Bronx took the crown.

Gil now joins an exclusive Yankees club that includes legends like Aaron Judge, Derek Jeter, and Thurman Munson. That’s not just good company—it’s Hall of Fame waiting-room company. His season wasn’t perfect—call it a roller coaster with more ups than downs—but it proved one thing: this kid is here to stay. And while the BBWAA voting doesn’t factor in postseason performance, it’s worth noting that Gil was the starting pitcher in the Yankees’ only win during the 2024 World Series. (Cue polite cough about the rest of that series.)

But Gil’s journey to Rookie of the Year wasn’t exactly a straight shot. He first appeared on the MLB stage in 2021, throwing 29 1/3 innings over six starts. Thanks to the magic of rookie eligibility rules (and a bit of luck), he stayed under the 50-inning limit and didn’t stick on the active roster long enough to burn through his status. Fast forward to 2022, when a torn UCL derailed his season before it even began, sidelining him through 2023. It wasn’t until this spring that he finally landed a rotation spot, sliding into the No. 5 slot left vacant by Gerrit Cole’s early-season elbow troubles. Talk about making the most of an opening.

From there, Gil didn’t just run with the opportunity—he sprinted, leaped, and did a celebratory bat flip for good measure. Interestingly, Gil’s victory marks the first time a Yankees pitcher has taken home Rookie of the Year honors since Dave Righetti in 1981. That was back in MLB’s strike-shortened season, when Rags posted a jaw-dropping 2.05 ERA in 15 starts and helped the Yankees to the World Series (where, unfortunately, the Dodgers had the last laugh). While Gil’s 2024 campaign wasn’t quite that historic, it was enough to end the Yankees’ 43-year Rookie drought for pitchers. Somewhere, Righetti is probably tipping his cap.

The Yankees actually had two finalists for the award this year: Gil and catcher Austin Wells. Ultimately, it was Gil who emerged victorious, bringing home the team’s first Rookie of the Year trophy since Aaron Judge in 2017. So, here’s to Luis Gil: from rehab stints to the Rookie of the Year podium, he’s proved that resilience and talent are a winning combo. And if his name wasn’t already on your radar, it better be now—because this kid isn’t just a rookie anymore. He’s a star in the making.

YANKS JUST SIGNED AN EXTRA ARM!

The Yankees are at it again, adding more intrigue to their Minor League bullpen with the signing of right-hander Jordany Ventura. 

According to their transactions page, Ventura, a former Mets farmhand, is heading over to the Bronx after a solid 2024 season in Double-A. Sure, he’s been loyal to the Mets for his entire pro career, but after a breakout year where he posted a 2.96 ERA with 55 strikeouts over 48.2 innings, who can blame him for swapping orange and blue for pinstripes?

Injuries may have kept him on a pitch count, but when he was healthy, Ventura was making hitters wish they’d stuck to golf. With a 31.4% strikeout rate and zero runs allowed across his five outings in Double-A—go ahead, read that again—he showed he’s got what it takes to be a multi-inning reliever who doesn’t just eat innings but devours them.

But let’s not kid ourselves here. With the way our Yankees current rotation has been lighting it up—and by “lighting it up,” I mean for the other team's runs—maybe the Yankees should just skip the formalities and rush Ventura straight into the starting rotation. I kid, I kid, but you know what I mean. 

The Yankees have a knack for turning promising arms into reliable assets, and Ventura, now 24, could very well be their next under-the-radar success story. Yanks like the lightning in the bottle signings. Maybe this is one of them. Expect him to join the Double-A Somerset Patriots and bring his strikeout swagger with him—unless, of course, they decide to fast-track him to save us all from the fifth-inning bullpen parade.

So, while Yankee fans wait for those headline-grabbing acquisitions like Juan Soto, keep an eye on Ventura. He might just turn into the weapon that makes opposing batters nervous and gives fans one more reason to cheer—or at least smirk knowingly when the Mets ask, “Hey, where’d that guy come from?”  One can dream.