MLB-a-Culpa: Maybe the Yankees did OK in free agency after all

David Brown
January 8, 2009

Big League Stew posts at least once a day, oft-times much more, nearly every day of the year. At such a volume that means, every once in a while, somebody's going to say something really, really stupid.

That's where MLB-a-Culpa comes in. For the sake of transparency, honesty and credibility, when an egregious error is made, amends must be made.

This the first of a hopefully not-too-often recurring series on writing a wrong. (Get it? Writing a wrong?):

The day, Dec. 3, shall live in Big League Stew infamy.

Well, 'Duk and Friedell don't have to hang their heads.

But I do.

That's because I'm the guy who boldly predicted that the Yankees would fail in their pursuit of CC Sabathia when he didn't jump at their $140-million offer and when moments of standstill turned to weeks.

Not stopping at the stupid, I achieved ludicrous speed by saying the Bronx Bums would get none of their big free-agent targets and Brian Cashman would be left standing there with wads of cash and only Derek Lowe and Andy Pettitte to spend it on.

FAIL is right.

As America by now knows, the Brewers did not re-sign CC for $100 million and the Angels didn't get him, either. Sabathia merely ignored the Yanks until they gave him $161 million and most of Staten Island.

Then came A.J.Burnett, a so-called backup plan for the Yanks in case Sabathia signed elsewhere. Yeah, well, he came second, all right. Signed in NYC about a half-hour after CC.

As if Cashman were taunting my misguided blog post, he and Mark Teixeira's wife soon conspired divert the heaviest free-agent hitter from Boston or Anaheim and to the Bronx.

Just like that, the Yankees had gone Onion on us.

Admittedly, in a moment of weakness, I had a vision, an idealistic one, that money couldn't buy everything. How misguided. How mistaken. How miserably I missed.

Sometimes, you're wrong. Sometimes, you're wrong Biblically.

Like Jason Giambi, I am sorry. Unlike him, I will say about what.

I am MLB-a-culpable.

Your contrite servant,

Dave