Oh snap! Joba and Youk shook hands! CC threw off a mound! Zzzzzzzzz. I never thought I could be this apathetic about the start of spring training, but this year feels like we're just going through the motions. Is there anything to be excited about? Maybe the idea that A-Rod's injury will turn out to be career ending, but that's it, and that's not even on the field.
Maybe opening day against Boston will zap me bake into baseball mode, but I'm increasingly lethargic when it comes to reacting to anything about this team. If only Cashman would do something interesting. Besides sleeping with his stalker that is. I know, in fairness he didn't know she was a stalker until after he slept with her, but that's still funny. There's material there. You know where there isn't material? Here:
Jeter is coming back from injury.
Sabathia is coming back from injury.
Mo is coming back from injury.
A-Rod may very well be coming back.
Pettitte is coming back from whatever cryogenic freezing process he undergoes in the off-season to stave off aging.
Oh, that's right, he's admitted to multiple counts of PED use, that's how he's staved off aging. Great. Now even Cervelli is using. Cervelli. Our number three catcher. Embroiled in a PED scandal. Could it be that the Yankees' win-at-all-costs philosophy is starting to have an effect on their players? Could it be that the Yankees' reluctance to let any player develop in the Majors is leading them to try anything and everything to make the 25-man? See? No material there.