MAX FRIED IS A FANTASTIC YANKEE STORY!

Let’s make one thing crystal clear: signing Max Fried was the right move. For once, the Yankees front office did something smart. But then, as soon as Gerrit Cole went down, they reverted to form—staring at the wall, crossing their fingers, and doing absolutely nothing.

Seriously, what was the plan? Wait around for Carlos Rodón to suddenly turn into Sandy Koufax? All they had to do was ask a passionate Yankee fan—any Yankee fan—and we could’ve told them: sign another frontline starter. Get a second Max Fried. The need was obvious. But instead, Brian Cashman and company sat on their hands, hoping Rodón would transform into the ace he’s clearly not. That’s organizational malpractice, plain and simple.

Meanwhile, Fried is doing everything and more. The lefty has been sensational. He hasn't just stepped up; he’s taken over. The Yankees haven’t had a lefty this effective, this poised, this dominant in years. And they've needed him desperately, because the rest of the rotation has been a house of cards in a windstorm.

Fried’s 1.88 ERA speaks for itself, but it’s not just the numbers—it’s how he pitches. He’s precise, composed, and surgical. He knows exactly when to press the gas and when to glide. Watching him pitch is watching a master technician at work. Cole saw it immediately back in spring training:

“An excellent addition, a really unique talent,’’ Cole said in February. “There’s a lot of things he can do with the baseball and he’s a highly regarded teammate as well. It’s been a pleasure to see him go about his work. His focus and concentration every time he throws the ball is elite.”

Fried’s fastball ranges from 93 to 97 mph. His command is impeccable. As he himself put it:

“It’s rhythm and timing, and if you can try to disrupt that and throw a couple different speeds on a fastball, hopefully you can get some weak contact and get some extra outs.”

It’s not just a great quote—it’s working. On Tuesday, Fried made Yankees history. According to Katie Sharp of Stathead, Fried became the first Yankees pitcher in 70 years to post a sub-2.00 ERA, win three games, and strike out 25+ batters in his first four games with the team. The last to do it? Bob Turley in 1955.

Yes, 1955. That’s how rare and dominant Fried has been.

So, you tell me: why would the front office think it’s okay to give this man zero backup?

This could’ve been a one-two punch of Cole and Fried—an elite righty and a dominant lefty, tearing through the American League. Instead, Fried is forced to carry this broken rotation on his back while Rodón flails.

Fried has the tools: a 98-mph fastball, a nasty sinker, changeup, two sliders, a cutter, and a big curve. He’s coachable, focused, and completely locked in. He’s the best pitcher story the Yankees have had in years.

So here’s the question for the front office: why leave him alone on an island?

Max Fried is doing his job. Better than anyone could have expected. The Yankees front office, once again, are not. They got the first step right—then took ten steps back. And unless they wake up and give Fried the support he’s earned, this season will be another wasted opportunity in a long line of them.

Fried deserves better. Yankee fans deserve better. But for now, we're just lucky we have him.

STILL THINK THE YANKEES HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO COMPETE?

The Yankees rotation is a dumpster fire, and that’s on the front office.

So, here we are. Again. Staring at the flaming wreckage of another Yankees rotation that somehow, someway, no one in the front office thought to fix. Remember when people were giddy over the “new-look” lineup like they’d just discovered fire? Goldschmidt! Bellinger! Woohoo! Yeah, well, guess what? Bats don’t mean a damn thing when your pitchers are giving up touchdowns.

Let’s get this out of the way: Max Fried is a beast. The guy pitches like he’s on a mission from the baseball gods. He deserves better than this clown show surrounding him. Because right now? He’s basically alone in a burning building holding a garden hose.

No Gerrit Cole. Carlos Rodón? He’s a mood ring with cleats—brilliant one start, unwatchable the next. Carlos Carrasco? Looks like he needs a nap just getting out of bed. And Marcus Stroman, the only halfway-dependable guy in the rotation, just got shelled so hard against the Giants he might qualify for FEMA aid. Five runs before a single out. Five. Boone had to yank him after 46 pitches, and only 23 of those found the strike zone. His ERA is now sitting at a grotesque 11.57. That’s not an ERA. That’s a distress signal.

But sure, let’s boo Stroman. Real smart. The guy’s out there bleeding for a team that left him for dead the second Cole hit the IL. You want to boo someone? Boo Brian Cashman. Boo Hal Steinbrenner. Boo the whole smug brain trust that decided "standing pat" was a competitive strategy.

This isn’t hindsight. Everyone saw this disaster coming the second Cole’s elbow barked in March. Bleeding Yankee Blue was screaming about it. But did the Yankees front office act? Of course not. They did what they always do lately: shrug, leak a few excuses to the press, and hope the fans buy the smoke. Cashman gave us his usual “we’re trying” routine. Translation: “We have no plan.”

This franchise is worth $8.2 billion—with a B. And we’re being told they’re strapped? That they’re hoping to snag guys based on facial hair policy changes now? What is this, Yankees or ‘Shark Tank: Beard Edition’? They rolled back the grooming rules to maybe attract some dude with a nice goatee. Incredible. That’s their “big swing.”

Meanwhile, the so-called solution was apparently to cross fingers, squint really hard, and pray Rodón magically turns into Sandy Koufax. He didn’t. And they never got another ace. Because hey, why act like a serious franchise when you can just pretend?

They gave us Goldschmidt, Bellinger, Fried and Devin Williams and expected us to clap like seals while the rotation hemorrhages runs. And now even Devin Williams is a question mark. He’s not himself, the bullpen’s already showing signs of wear, and Luke Weaver—bless him—is about to get over worked and no work at all cause we keep losing.

The offense? It’s good. It really is. But this team can’t win 9-8 every night, and that’s what they’re being asked to do. This isn’t sustainable. It’s not competitive. It’s not even respectable. It’s just the same broken logic year after year—patch the lineup, ignore the rotation, and watch the season bleed out by August.

The Yankees aren't cursed. They’re just incompetently run. And until someone in the ivory tower takes responsibility and actually acts like they want to win, we’re all stuck watching another bullpen meltdown while Cashman dusts off his "we tried" press quotes.

What a disgrace.

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.

THIS IS JUST A BAD TEAM, FOLKS!

Look, there are a variety of problems with the 2019 New York Yankees. The biggest one is obviously injury, but there's more.  Leadership is piss poor, and you need to factor in a lack of consistency.  I mean yes, they are consistency losing, but that's bad.  Consistency in winning is what fans want, and having Aaron Boone suggest that we are almost at that point of playing real good baseball is probably the WORST thing you can tell a fan base that's aggravated and frustrated.  It's awful actually.

We have the tools to do great things.  But...there is no rhythm, and that's a bad thing.  If you are constantly putting players on the IL and swapping them out for second string and dealing with players taking cortisone shots every 2 weeks, you as an organization may even need to question how the training and medical staff is handling the players.  I mean, the fact that Luis Severino needed to go back to Chris Ahmed because he should have felt better than he was at a certain point of his recovery a few weeks ago is a red flag all day long.  The fact that many of these young players are getting hurt so easy is worrisome.

And the last time I heard about consistent cortisone shots, it was from Sandy Koufax, and he was so concerned in all the shots he was getting, he quit the came because his health came first.  Think about that... that was the 60's.  This is 2019, we need to be smarter in how we handled these Yankee players.

And now, Gary Sanchez, the 12th player on the Yankees team to hit the IL.  Think about that.  You have a 25 man roster, AND HALF THE TEAM IS HURT. HALF. I don't need Boone trying to distract. I need my team owners to come forward and explain themselves.   Here's the latest from Yahoo Sports:

"At this point, the team’s lineup is being held together by Aaron Judge, Luke Voit, Gleyber Torres and six rolls of duct tape. 

The early injuries have taken their toll on the Yankees. After 12 games, the team is just 5-7. Given the amount of talent on the injured list, that record could actually be viewed as a positive. There’s still plenty of time for the Yankees to turn things around. Other than Luis Severino and Miguel Andújar, the rest of the impact players on the IL should return to the team soon. 

While losing Severino and Andújar for significant time would hurt, the Yankees are far too talented to count out without them."

Here's the problem though, injury lingers. It always has and it's historic. I'm not calling the Yankees season off now saying they'll never make it. I'm saying "plenty of time" is nice, but it's not realistic.

This is more than the Yankees getting past 12 IL players. This is about a potential problem in how they are handled.  Couple that with lack of rhythm and consistency, and a quote "leader" in Aaron Boone that is awful and not even the healthy guys can help this team.  

It's a bad team right now, folks. Don't try and gloss over it.  We need help fast.

That's my take anyway.

SANDY KOUFAX IS A BASEBALL LEGEND...

Photo: AP

Of course, FOX Sports, the network broadcasting this World Series blows it to a national audience... big time.

I just want to put this right here.

This is Bill Nye.

This is Sandy Koufax.

It took me 33 seconds to Google that.

How pathetic.

JACKIE ROBINSON DAY FROM THE DODGER PERSPECTIVE!

Photo: Associated Press

Saturday marked the 70th anniversary of Jackie Robinson breaking the color barrier in major league baseball. The Dodgers paid tribute to Jackie’s legacy by unveiling a new bronze statue that will be on permanent display in the stadium’s left field pavilion. 

Many baseball fans know Jackie’s story—after making his debut with the Brooklyn Dodgers in 1947, he quickly established himself as one of the best players in the game. He was praised for his poise, integrity, and work ethic as he integrated baseball. He’s often credited for paving the way for minorities to play professionally in other sports leagues. 

The actual statue is quite impressive and shows a rookie Jackie Robinson stealing home plate—a pose that perfectly captures his hustle and competitive spirit. I’m honestly surprised it took this long for Jackie to get a statue at Dodger stadium—even Shaq got a statue at Staples Center before Jackie!—but glad that the new Dodger ownership and specifically Mark Walter recognized that this was something that needed to be done and invested the money to do it. 

Jayne Kamin-Oncea/USA Today Sports

The unveiling ceremony featured Jackie’s family—his wife Rachel is almost 95 years old and looks amazing—as well as Dodger royalty Sandy Koufax, Don Newcombe, Tommy Lasorda, and Vin Scully. 

Vin, who was a young announcer when Jackie played, recalled the time Robinson had challenged him to a race on ice skates and told the audience of a darker story from Jackie’s playing days when he once received a serious death threat. Scully intimated that on the day the incident was supposed to take place, the locker room was extremely intense and quiet. The silence was finally broken by left fielder Gene Hermanski, who suggested that all the players wear number 42 so the would-be assassin wouldn’t know which one was Jackie Robinson.

“Now that seemed funny at the day,” said Scully. “In 2004, Gene Hermanski’s words in 1950 came to fruition. We’ll all wear number 42…And all across the country, in every major league ballpark, every player will be wearing 42.”

Jackie Robinson statue at Dodger Stadium. pic.twitter.com/Ho9azs92wt

— Bill Shaikin (@BillShaikin) April 15, 2017

Engraved on Jackie’s statue is one of his famous quotes:  “A life is not important except in the impact it has on other lives.” Jackie’s courage helped open the doors for so many people and created social change. His family continues to help others with the Jackie Robinson Foundation which provides college scholarships to young minorities. 

--Alexis Garcia

BYB's "Eye on MLB" Columnist
Twitter:  @heylexyg

REFLECTING ON BASEBALL

What is both surprising and delightful is that spectators are allowed, and even expected, to join in the vocal part of the game.... There is no reason why the field should not try to put the batsman off his stroke at the critical moment by neatly timed disparagements of his wife's fidelity and his mother's respectability.

~George Bernard Shaw

From poetry and lyrics to movies and plays, baseball can be found in popular culture almost anywhere you look. Even people that think they don't know anything, everyone knows a little something.

Everybody in the country knows who Babe Ruth was. Derek Jeter's name is as well known as many Presidents. It's an amazing part of our culture.

So many things in our everyday lives refer to baseball in some way. If you fail to do something and you struck out, you need to learn from it. If you go out in the real world and try to achieve something big, like nailing an interview or making a big sales deal, it can be equated to swinging for the fences. Recently I asked a salesman how much something cost me... he told me "here's the ballpark figure...". Sometimes you "go to bat for somebody".  Sometimes you make a mistake in life, and someone will tell you "hey, this time you struck out. Get them next time."  Hell, we even refer to our sex lives in terms of baseball. Who out there remembers the first time they got to first base?

I see great things in baseball. It's our game — the American game. It will take our people out-of-doors, fill them with oxygen, give them a larger physical stoicism. Tend to relieve us from being a nervous, dyspeptic set. Repair these losses, and be a blessing to us.

~Walt Whitman

Today I was sitting around watching Baseball by Ken Burns. If you've never seen it, I highly recommend it. It really got me thinking, what are the effects of baseball on America? I started looking around the Internet and found this article from 1981 from the New York Times. It was written just before the strike.

"WARS couldn't stop major league baseball, the Depression couldn't stop major league baseball; it seems the only thing that could is major league baseball itself. By the very threat of the players' strike, the idea that the great stadia would be empty this summer - and the crack of bat against ball merely an echo in the mind - gives pause to reflect on baseball and its meaning in the warp and woof of life."

Now, I was 8 years old at the time of that strike. I still remember how lost I felt that summer and the void it created. If it felt like that to a little kid, can you imagine how it felt to the country? 

With the smell of grass in the air and the excitement of the upcoming season, I ask: What does baseball mean to you?

I leave you now to read one of my favorite poems.

Baseball is grass, chalk, and dirt displayed the same yet differently

In every park that has ever heard the words play ball.

Baseball is a passion that bonds and divides all those who know it.

Baseball is a pair of hands stained with newsprint,

A set of eyes squinting to read a boxscore,

A brow creased in an attempt to recreate a three-hour game

From an inch square block of type.

Baseball is the hat I wear to mow the lawn.

Baseball is a simple game of catch

and the never-ending search for the perfect knuckleball.

Baseball is Willie vs Mickey, Gibson vs Koufax, and Buddy Biancalana vs the odds.

Baseball links Kansan and Missourian, American and Japanese,

But most of all father and son.

Baseball is the scent of spring,

The unmistakable sound of a double down the line,

And the face of a 10-year-old emerging from a pile of bodies

With a worthless yet priceless foul ball.

Baseball is a language of very simple words that tell unbelievably magic tales.

Baseball is three brothers in the same uniform on the same team for one brief summer

Captured forever in a black and white photo on a table by the couch.

Baseball is a glove on a shelf, oiled and tightly wrapped,

Slumbering through the stark winter months.

Baseball is a breast pocket bulging with a transistor radio.

Baseball is the reason there are transistor radios.

Baseball is a voice in a box describing men you've never met,

In a place you've never been,

Doing things you'll never have the chance to do.

Baseball is a dream that you never really give up on.

Baseball is precious.

Baseball is timeless.

Baseball is forever.

- Greg Hall

--Michael Carnesi
BYB Writer

TALKING TOPPS: A NEW SERIES

I am happy to present a new series at Bleeding Yankee Blue. In coordination with Topps Card Company, whenever they send us new info on new baseball cards, we'll post the story about it here.

This makes me very happy considering I have been such an avid card collector all my life and so, it's an honor to do this with Topps.  

We'll do this from time to time. We begin today.  Enjoy this, I know I will!

-Casey

Courtesy: Topps / Tyler Austin

From Topps:

"Every time baseball fans open a pack of cards, they search for the rookie cards.

Historically, these have been the most popular cards during a player’s career – and none are more exciting than their Topps rookie card. Topps has been creating an annual release of baseball cards since 1952 (with 1951 meant for playing a game) and have made rookie cards for so many amazing players including Hank Aaron, Ernie Banks, Eddie Mathews, Nolan Ryan, Roberto Clemente, Sandy Koufax, Ken Griffey Jr., Reggie Jackson, Dave Winfield, Derek Jeter, Mike Trout, Kris Bryant and so many more.

This year’s cards installment of Topps Baseball Series 1 has an impressive group of youngsters who get their rookie cards starting with 2017 Topps Baseball Series 1, which comes out on Feb. 1. The group of 30 players getting rookie cards in the first release of 2017 feature recent first-round draft picks, international stars and future stand outs.

Courtesy: Topps

Some of the bigger rookie cards in the set include Dansby Swanson (2015 No. 1 Draft Pick), Yoan Moncada (Cuban star), Alex Bregman (2015 No. 2 Draft Pick), Aaron Judge (2013 first-round pick), Andrew Benintendi (2015 first-round pick), and David Dahl (2012 first-round pick).

Courtesy: Topps

Of course, that doesn’t mean you can sleep on the other rookies. You just never know when a youngster is going to break out and become a huge star.

Players who were traded in the offseason (see: Moncada) are featured on a card with their original team. Rookie cards with their new teams will be in 2017 Topps Update Series Baseball, which comes out in October.

Click here to see the full list of rookies in 2017 Topps Baseball Series 1. "

Go to Topps.com for more.

THE YANKEES HAVE TO LEAP 'FENCES' IN 2017

Source: Wall Street Journal

Saturday's snowy day in the Northeast lead to not only an early morning spin class but a trip to the movies with a good friend and Yankee fan.  We screened the movie Fences starring Denzel Washington and Viola Davis, which depicts a series of impactful scenes, which include a juxtaposition between baseball and the decisions we make in life.  The story is set in the 1950s as a "monologue-heavy drama starring Washington as flawed patriarch Troy Maxson, a Pittsburgh garbage collector and former Negro League ballplayer, and Davis as Troy’s wife and homemaker Rose," reports the LA Times.  

According to the screenplay, "Troy was an excellent player in Negro league baseball in his younger days and continued practicing while in prison for an accidental murder he had committed during a robbery. Because the color barrier had not yet been broken in Major League Baseball, Troy was unable to get into that league to make good money or to save for the future."  It is no wonder why Troy is bitter and often uses the game of baseball to communicate life's challenges and failures or perhaps his own to his friends and family.

It is interesting to drill down to the basics of the game of baseball from its complicated and often complex statistics today to see how Denzel's character calls out parts of his life in simple terms like balls, strikes, stolen bases and home runs he blasted over the fences of the parks where he played.  I've known teachers and even leaders to use the language of baseball in their classes in an effort to better engage students in the learning and even Jimmy Fallon was able to teach math through his passion for the Boston Red Sox in the hit movie Fever Pitch.

Photo: MLB.com

I bring this all to light because as I watched Fences today, I couldn't help but think about how far we have come with regards to baseball and its impact on our life over the years.  It was so nostalgic to be listening to Washington, through his character Troy, talk passionately about Pittsburgh's Roberto Clemente and his son chime into the conversation with Dodger great Sandy Koufax all in the present tense.  Troy also talked about blasting home runs off of Negro League pitcher Satchel Paige and how baseball made you strong.

Through a series of narratives, Troy often uses baseball as a communication outlet for his decisions in life, his discipline of his high school-aged son and the ability he has to conquer death.  "Death ain't nothing but a fastball on the outside corner," he said.

Source: CBS Sports

As we enter this new year, it is important to note where we have come and where we are headed and the fences we have to jump over along the way.  We can all agree that the Yankees have a number of fences to leap over in 2017 including the barrier they have had in starting pitching and what I like to call long-distance hitting.  And by this I don't just mean the home run, I mean having enduring situational hitting throughout season, not just in short stints.  I know we are hopeful that Yankees are successful in leaping over their series of fences, but the reality is that much like Troy, we may just not be strong enough to face them all- at least this year.

--Suzie Pinstripe
BYB Managing Editor
Twitter: @suzieprof

BOSOX SNAG SALE. RESPECT IT!

(Photo Credit: MLB.com)

If you can't understand the significance of the Red Sox snagging Chris Sale from the White Sox today, not just for the team, but for baseball itself... you just can't be a true baseball fan. 

The Red Sox did something that was once a signature of the New York Yankees. They snuck in during the Nationals "hot and heavy" negotiations for Sale and made an offer too good to pass up. The Sox weren't concerned about their future. They were concerned for the immediate now. There is no question in my mind, this move was important for baseball, and as much as I am not a fan of that team... as a baseball person, I'm the first to say from a Yankee fan standpoint, what an incredible deal! 

(May 18, 2016 - Source: David Banks/Getty Images North America)

Don't be mad at the Yankees. We were never in on the Chris Sale sweepstakes... at all! You gotta be in it to win it... the Red Sox were. We were not.  Don't be mad at the Red Sox... they did it right.  Wow... they just blew me away.  

(Oct. 29, 2016 - Source: Jonathan Daniel/Getty Images North America)

Look, the Yanks have another plan. The Yanks have other needs apparently. The bullpen is very important to them. Aroldis Chapman is their priority and to that I say 'stay on track'. The offer is in to he and to Kenley Jansen... it will be one or the other... one would hope at least.  Hell, maybe both.  What I wouldn't want is none.  Then we would have failed as an organization.  But Chapman and the Yankees have an understanding, and I would hope that that plays into Chapman's decision to come back to the Bronx.  Let's hope.

(In Photo: Yankee minor leaguer, Clint Frazier)

Look, the last thing the Yankees would wanna do is build up our farm system just to give it away to Chicago for Chris Sale, right? We needed to stay the course, and Cashman has. To be honest, as much as I would have loved to have seen Sale in pinstripes... we Yankee fans can't have everything.  Relax.

The Red Sox have a rotation that could one day be one of legend one day. I tweeted that earlier tonight.

Stunned by this Bosox-Sale deal! Good for the Sox. That pitching rotation will be one of legend. Don't worry though. We got Pineda. #Yikes

— Robert Casey (@BleednYankeeBlu) December 6, 2016

It doesn't mean I'm a Red Sox fan. It means I respect the process and tip my cap.

One day that rotation of Price, Porcello and Sale could be something you read about like we did of Koufax, Drysdale and Podres.  It's great for baseball, crappy for the American League East, but hey... this game isn't always fair, is it?

(Source: J. Meric/Getty Images North America)

Brian Cashman should stay the course. Brian Cashman should keep to his plan. Let the man work. Let's have faith in what the Yanks can pull off to counter those nasty Sox. That's all we can do as Yankee fans. And don't get angry at those Sox fans either, bro. They got a great player for Christmas. They didn't have anything to do with it. Sure they'll gloat, but wouldn't you?

Wow... Sale to the Sox.

You can't make this stuff up. My goodness.

Come on Cash... whatch'a got?