Around here, some of us have a tendency – you could say – to now and then mutter unpleasantries about Mr. Brian Cashman. (Looking at you, Alphonso.) After all, the Evils haven’t won a World Series since 2009, and our Redsock enemies have three in 10 years. We blame who else – (but not W.B. Mason) – other than our whipping man-boy, the Cash Man.
Lately, though, he’s on a roll. (Don’t get me wrong: I’m not sold on Chase Headley, because I am an unabashed prospect-hugger. Somehow, prospect-hugging became unpopular in the Yankiverse. Posters are accused of clinging excessively to minor leaguers. Count me in. I think Cashman overall is terrified of another Austin Jackson/Ian Kennedy debacle. Many fans now grumble that the Yankees should trade young arms because they all go into surgery anyway. I disagree. I say it’s why you don’t trade a kid like Rafael De Paula, that for every five young pitchers, one might make it. But he could be Andy Pettitte. Still, it’s nice to have a pro third baseman playing third, instead of a Scranton Railrider.)
Cashman’s great talent over the years is his relentless dumpster diving. If Blarney Joe McDoofuss gets waived by the Calgary Cameroons, Cash is immediately weighing whether he’s a better fifth OF than our current one in Trenton. Give the boy credit. Anything that moves, Cash is on it. He could be enjoying a free afternoon, smoking dope and rappelling down a building in Connecticut, but he’ll stop when his iPhone dings that a new player is on the market.
Today, two events take place that I hope go well for Cashman. One is Chris Capuano, today’s new starter. God knows what we have. Capuano is a cast-off from Boston and practically the entire free world. Cash bought him for a bucket of balls. If we get five innings and a lead, it will be as close as anyone in baseball gets to a free lunch. I don’t want to get ahead of myself. He hasn’t done it yet. But Chase Whitley is approaching his sell-by date – in terms of innings – and we all know Ian Kennedy will only come with a hellacious price tags for prospect-huggers. If we can wrangle two months from Capuano – I’m thinking Aaron Small – who knows? If it happens, I hereby nominate Cash for President.
The second event today takes place at Alex Rodriguez Field in Miami. Yes, there is such a thing. A 27-year-old Cuban outfielder named Rusney Castillo will do jumping jacks and give stool samples for MLB scouts. The Yankees will be there. This guy is no Puig or a Humanis Centepedis, but he bats right-handed, is said to be faster than Taylor Swift, and he might be MLB-ready.
It’s been too long since the Evils dipped a toe into the Cuban market. Whatever we spend on Castillo would not bump our luxury tax. In other words, it’s a loophole that hasn’t yet closed. (But it will one of these days.) Let’s hope Cash wins the discussion with Hal. Let’s sign this Rusney guy. Even if Masahiro Tanaka misses 2015, he is still the reason we are in this race today. He was worth the investment. To win, you gotta put money on the line. Let’s give Cash credit. And let’s hope he brings Hal’s checkbook to Miami.
Capuato for nothing… and the chicks are free.