Girardi, the Cash Man, and all the Steins promised there would be changes this off-season, and they weren't lying. It's too early to start kicking players to the curb and shelling out the dough for anyone deemed potentially heroic enough to put the team on his back and keep them out of Loser City in 2009, but there are plenty of other changes the boys can make while we wait for Teixeira to dry his tears (incurred, obv, by the ALDS).
The first soldier to get the dishonorably discharged today was none other a man whose shoulder had seemingly been operated on to replace bones with a motor, third base coach Bobby Meacham. I couldn't find the number of how many Yanks he got a little too zealous with and subsequently cost the Yanks an out at home, but believe me - it was a lot. There is no worse out to make than an out at home, and there is no reason that should happen if the bases aren't loaded. Assuming he has a vague idea of the zippiness of his player's running and the arm of the dude in the field, I really don't see any reason why this should happen more than MAYBE once. It was maddening.
Perhaps he just had too much faith in the team's speed. Usain Bolt they are not.
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