The Yankees could go 0-162 and it wouldn't be enough
This is weird stuff though. Chris Sale couldn't stay healthy in a Red Sox uniform. They trade him away and he not only stays healthy (at least so far) but turns into a top starter again.
Championships since purchase by John Henry group: Red Sox 4 Yankees 1
The Red Sox are 8-1 in their last 9 postseason games against the Yankees.
I know all that, though I’ll admit I have no memories of the Mercury program as it ended about the time I turned 5. I do remember him being part of the first manned Gemini mission though and obviously he would have been a part of the first Apollo flight had fate not intervened. I remember Virgil “Gus” Grissom very well.
My point to Old Red was merely that his attempt at humor using the nickname Gus for Vaughn Grissom was in very poor taste.
Now back to your regularly scheduled Red Sox thread; I’ll hijack it no further.
The Yankees could go 0-162 and it wouldn't be enough
No need. I had re-read a lot of this thread recently, and you were clearly on a very short list of people who objected that day. The bulk of the crowd here were frustrated with Sale repeatedly getting hurt, had little faith in his health, probably had little faith in his abilities as he hadn’t really displayed them much over the last four years, and many were at least glad the Sox tried to use his trade to get a good player rather than just dumping all his cash, which is something they’ve had chances to do.
I get why Breslow made it, assuming his logic agrees with my thoughts. But this one couldn’t have worked out much worse…
It made total sense to me. The new CBO didn't need Theo's employee research firm to immediately move on from the past regime's biggest disappointment -- a guy another predecessor hitched the franchise wagon-train behind, but who couldn't take them anywhere with broken axles. No wishing or hoping or praying could repair the damage.
Sale's contract was welded onto the payroll, weighing it down, before Breslow convinced his boss to pay $17 million for an alien forklift to tractor beam the pitcher out of New England and deposit him in Atlanta.
(yes, these are mixed petit fours, and I recommend the lemon one with vanilla frosting)