Ever since news broke yesterday that the Yankees signed free-agent first baseman Mark Teixeira to an eight-year, $180 million contract within weeks of locking up initial-named pitchers C.C. Sabathia to a seven-year, $161 million contract and A.J. Burnett for five years and $82.5 million, I’ve been turning the events over in my head, trying to think of something funny to post on the blog (for a change! BAM! Self-zing!!!)
A full day has gone by, and to be absolutely 100% honest, I can’t think of one damn funny thing to write about the Yankees. I couldn’t think of a funny text to send my Yankee-fan friends, I couldn’t think of a funny self-deprecating text to send to my Pirate-fan friends, I kicked around any number of Photoshop ideas (Yankees building a 50-foot golden robot to play center field?), I racked my brain for list ideas (Top 10 Free Agents The Yankees Are Still Pursuing — #10, I don’t know, Bill Gates or something, cause he’s rich), but nothing about this situation struck me as funny in any way.
All I could think of, really, was……. f*ck. Pardon my language and lack of creative insight contained therein, but seriously, just, f*ck.
Every article written in the past year about the “Feel-Good Rays” and about the Brewers and Indians building internally and about the (illusion of) competitive balance in Major League Baseball and about the changing economic landscape of sports with a lengthy recession looming and about teams no longer being able to simply “buy” success and all that other crap now takes an immediate — and possibly permanent — back seat. Or, to put it another way…
THE YANKEES ARE SPENDING $423 MILLION DOLLARS ON THREE F*CKING HUMAN BEINGS. THIS IS NOT A SPORT ANYMORE. THIS IS NOT ANYTHING. NOTHING IS ANYTHING. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHNDFL2O3IFG;W’[GPOAIH1 CFQL,2
I know I’m in a bad mood when even the headlines on the New York Post’s website aren’t cheering me up:
