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A Wild, Wild Deadline

The 2019 Major League Baseball trading deadline came in with a flurry and left like a tornado. Leading up to July 31st rumors were swirling all over the place, especially around the Yankees, whose pitchers were battered like a pinata over the ten days leading up to the deadline. They were knocked around at levels not seen since the 1930's Yankees. 

   That's going back "a bit of a while".

   The deadline rumors were so hot there was talk the Yankees and Mets might make a real trade, actually swapping starting players. The Mets and Yankees have never made a significant trade as each team is deathly afraid of being on the wrong side of sending Lou Brock or Nolan Ryan to a cross-town rival in exchange for players who end up coaching Division II baseball two to three years down the line. Read More 

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Some Have Forgotten

Numerous Yankee fans were a bit 'put-off', or at the very least not pleased, by their team's actions at the recently passed July 31st trading deadline. For the first time in a generation, 1989 to be exact, when "Ricky in the third person" Henderson was traded by the Yankees back to the Oakland A's, the Yankees were sellers at the trading deadline.  

   This put quite a few Yankees fans in a funk. Some are considered to be out of sorts to a degree. Read More 

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It’s Early, I Hope

   The great Yogi Berra (sorry, I'm not yet ready to say late great) famously said, among numerous other quips, "It gets late early out there." It's only twenty games into the season, but many in Yankee-land hope Yogi wasn't looking into the future at the 2016 Bronx Bombers when he uttered his classic remark. Read More 

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All Hail Junior

   I began playing corporate softball on a regular basis in my mid-thirties, after having only played once or twice since the glory days of keg softball in college. Similar to riding a bike, the limited skills I put on display during my college years came flourishing back. If not noticeable, they were certainly memorable. Especially when I landed flat on my rear-end as I backpedaled for a fly ball in right field. It was, unfortunately for my sake, not the only time I brought joy to the Mudville spectators. Read More 

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