* (Disclaimer- I may or may not have written this post last night with a half dozen beers in me) *
If there was 1 more nail that had to be driven into the coffin of Phil Hughes' tumultuous Yankee career, it happened over the weekend. Hughes signed a 3-year/$24 million deal to join the Minnesota Twins rotation next year, in a deal that was a little more than I thought he'd get after the horrible finish to his 2013 but much less than a 27-year-old righty should be getting in this day and age of baseball spending.
I know I said the last post about Phil was the last one I'd write about him, but I just can't let it end like that. Phil was an important part of my Yankee fandom, my transition to a more educated baseball fan in general, and my evolution as a blogger, and I'll always remember him for that.
You came into my life as a promising young stud, Phil. I had high hopes for us. You winning games and leading future Yankee rotations. Me blushing at home and fanning myself while you struck out the side. It was a match made in heaven. Until things started to fall apart. To be honest, I can't really pinpoint where things started to go wrong, but I knew that you weren't the pitcher I thought you were and I still don't think I'm fully over that. You were my first prospect love, Phil. And we'll always have that first spring 5th starter competition. But now you're really gone and I think we're both better for it. I wish you all the best in Minnesota. Maybe I'll come out to visit sometime. Probably not though.