GOOD RIDDANCE, JAZZ. CASHMAN, YOU’RE MOVE!

The Blue Jays have reportedly met with Jazz Chisholm Jr.’s representatives. Nothing is signed, but if he heads north, I’ll somehow find the strength to continue. Sarcasm is fun.

Jazz has talent. Power, speed, athleticism—enough tools to open a hardware store. I’m just tired of hearing about what the finished product might look like.

Eventually, potential needs to pay rent.

And spare me the argument that this is about personality. Dye your hair. Wear the jewelry. Arrive dressed like you’re accepting a Grammy. Just give me baseball I can trust.

If Toronto wants to take that ride, buckle up.

But Brian Cashman shouldn’t confuse my willingness to wave goodbye with applause for his next move. You don’t get credit for creating a vacancy.

Who’s the replacement? How does he make the Yankees better? Those are the questions that matter.

“We like our options” won’t cut it. I like my options at the diner. Eventually, somebody has to bring me breakfast.

And if Jazz lands in Toronto and homers against the Yankees, let’s survive it without declaring a national emergency. The test is whether Cashman builds a better team over an entire season.

I’m comfortable moving on.

Good riddance, Jazz. Cashman, you’re up.