Another lost weekend. Johnny Damon didn’t sign with the Yankees or anyone else. The Reds managed to cough up $25 million for Chapman, who’s never played a major league game in his life, but Damon? He continued to sit and wait for the phone to ring.
As the clock ticked, I wondered what else I could possibly do to make this deal happen. I’ve already talked to Johnny in a video, begging him to curb his expensive lifestyle and take a pay cut. I’ve left a long comment on his web site, imploring him to remember the good times as a Yankee – all those pies, all those hugs, all the love. I even visualized his two stolen bases in Game 4 of the World Series while I was folding the laundry today. Nothing worked. There wasn’t a single word from Cashman on the subject. So I decided to fly to Orlando, ring Johnny’s doorbell and take him dancing. He seemed to enjoy himself. Fingers crossed that we’ll have news by the close of business on Monday.
P.S. Is Jeter really engaged, as reports indicate? Probably. Just please, Derek, don’t marry Minka if you’re only going to break her heart!