Not Really An Upgrade As It Is Just More Of The Same

Well, well, well… look who finally decided to do something about the infield. Too bad that “something” feels like tossing a wet sponge at a five-alarm fire. After months — months! — of Bleeding Yankee Blue screaming from the rooftops that this team’s infield was a house of cards held together with bubble gum and blind faith in Anthony Volpe’s “potential,” the Yankees, in true last-minute, panic-button fashion, have made a move.

Except, it’s the wrong move. Again.

Jeimer Candelario — yes, that Jeimer Candelario — has been scooped up on a minor league deal. Not exactly the cavalry riding in, huh? This is the same Candelario who just got kicked to the curb by the Cincinnati Reds, and for good reason. The man’s been battling injuries like it’s his second job and is hitting a not-so-glorious .207 over the last 134 games. If you’re trying to plug a leak in your boat, maybe don’t grab the bucket with holes in it?

But hey, what else would we expect from Aaron Boone’s Yankees? This is the same guy who plays Volpe every day while Oswald Peraza collects dust on the bench. Newsflash: Peraza is probably the better all-around infielder, but Volpe gets the VIP treatment despite his .222 batting average — and we’re supposed to keep pretending that’s normal?

This has been the Bleeding Yankee Blue gripe since last December. We begged. We warned. We said, “Hey, Cashman, the infield is a mess, and you’re doing nothing.” Crickets. Now it’s July, and the “big move” is grabbing a guy off baseball’s clearance rack. Candelario isn’t an upgrade — he’s a Band-Aid with no adhesive. And just like always, Boone will blindly slot him into the mix, analytics will say it’s fine, and no one will actually stop to watch the game and realize it’s not working.

Meanwhile, trade season is heating up and actual options are out there — Eugenio Suárez, Luis Urías, Ryan McMahon, Amed Rosario — names that might actually contribute something meaningful. But instead of swinging for one of those, the Yankees went for Candelario, who has the excitement level of cold toast.

At this point, it’s painfully obvious: the Yankees have a leadership problem, an analytics addiction, and a manager who couldn’t lead a duck to water. Boone plays favorites, Cashman clings to broken strategies, and nobody seems to understand the value of grit, consistency, or letting talented guys like Peraza actually play.

This team doesn’t need more spreadsheets. It needs guts. Hustle. A manager who makes decisions based on what he sees, not what a computer tells him. 

But until that day comes, fans like my buddy Joe are boycotting the Bronx. As Joe put it, sipping his beer on the 4th of July, “I’m not paying a dime to watch that loser team until Boone is gone and they stop running this franchise like a fantasy league.”

Amen, Joe. Amen.

And to the rest of you — we told you so.