Well, it could happen. Cashman is full of surprises and often speaks in code, as in the following.
“Bubba Crosby is our center fielder” = “Johnny Damon is our centerfielder”
“Enrique Wilson is our third baseman” = “Alex Rodriguez is our third baseman”
“Nick Swisher is our first baseman” = “Mark Teixeira is our first baseman”
Yankee fans are used to this stuff. We’re told a deal can’t be done, won’t be done, would be unthinkable to be done – and suddenly it’s done. No wonder we’re always acting a little off balance.
Given past history, why couldn’t the next statement be code too?
“Sergio Mitre is our starter on Tuesday” = “Roy Halladay is our starter on Tuesday”
I mean, who is Sergio Mitre? I’ll tell you who. He’s the guy who pitched for the Marlins after getting traded by the Cubs for Juan Pierre and others.
Kind of a tough-looking hombre, si?
When it became clear that Sergio needed Tommy John surgery in ’08, the Marlins released him. The Yankees, always on the lookout for a pitcher whose arm is barely attached to the rest of his body, signed him to a one-year minor-league contract in ’09, after which he promptly tested positive for andro (aka the Mark McGwire Substance).
He received a 50-game suspension, but, like J.C. Romero, said he bought a product legally at a GNC, and that the andro wasn’t listed as an ingredient on the packaging. You be the judge.
All I know is that he cleaned up nicely as a Yankee and pitched really well in Scranton.
But would I prefer Halladay on Tuesday? Um, yeah. I have no idea which players the Yanks would give the Jays in a trade. But there’s one thing we have in our favor that no other team in the mix can match:
A.J., Halladay’s best friend in all the world.
Just look at Doc’s smile when they’re together. Cue the Celine Dion, right?
Talk about chemistry.
Their relationship is a beautiful thing, and if I’m Cashman I use it to my advantage.
Do I worry that Roy can’t handle New York? Hardly. He made a TV commercial in Toronto. ‘Nuff said. It’s true that his personality doesn’t exactly light up the screen, but at least he didn’t punch the camera like a certain big name pitcher we once acquired.
See you in pinstripes on Tuesday, Roy. In the meantime, I’ll ask my mother if she knows of any nice houses for sale in Westchester.