BICHETTE ISN'T RULING OUT THE BRONX

I’m not going to sugarcoat this: I’m ready to pack Anthony Volpe a lunch, call him an Uber, and wave as he crosses the George Washington Bridge. I’ve seen enough. Lovely kid, hustles hard, but at some point we need an actual shortstop, not a motivational poster with cleats.

And yes, I’ve already screamed into the void about the fact that Ha-Seong Kim should’ve been wearing pinstripes last year. (HERE) But no, Brian Cashman decided the infield was fine until he panic-shopped in late August like a dude buying Valentine’s Day gifts at a gas station. Enter Ryan McMahon — who performed exactly how we said he would on BYB — which is to say not great, Bob.

The Yankees do this every year: ignore the obvious problem, watch it become a disaster, and then sprint into a trade deadline frenzy like someone trying to patch a leaking boat with painter’s tape. Last season? Same script. Too many closers masquerading as starters, zero small ball execution, defense that looked like everyone was actively allergic to ground balls. April told us everything we needed to know. We just refused to read the subtitles.

Then came Jake Bird — the reliever who appeared for approximately 38 seconds, vanished into Triple-A Narnia, and honestly might have been teleported to another dimension. I hope he’s okay wherever he is. Maybe he ascended.

Anyway. Let’s move to the fun part:

Bo. Bichette.

Steve Simmons up in Toronto says Bichette might be open to New York. Sure, he’s publicly saying all the sweet loyal stuff about staying with Vlad Jr. and continuing the Blue Jays journey. But apparently the guy has also whispered to a few people that the bright lights of the Bronx do, in fact, hit different.

His deal is up after 2025. Blue Jays slapped a qualifying offer on him, but let’s be serious — he’s not taking a one-year rental when he’s worth an entire penthouse lease.

And we all know what Bo is. He’s the real deal. The swagger, the bat, the hair, the composure — the guy is built for pressure, not for “aww shucks, I’ll get ’em next time.”

Now picture this:

Bichette at shortstop.
Volpe… taking observation notes. Or on another roster. Or hosting a children’s baseball clinic in Westchester. Truly, I’m flexible.

This would be the most meaningful infield upgrade since Derek Jeter walked in and decided to be Derek Jeter.

Volpe was a promising kid until he wasn't. Bichette is a grown man who has already walked into noise, pressure, boos, expectations, and still hit lasers. The Yankees need that energy. They need that presence. They need someone who isn’t going to crumble the moment the Stadium asks for big October moments.

So yes. This needs to happen.

Brian Cashman, if you’re reading this:
Stop being clever.
Stop being cute.
Stop dumpster-diving in August.

Get the dude.

It’s right there.
Don’t trip over it again.