Clueless Yankee Front Office Signs Another Minor Leaguer

Don’t panic, everyone — the Yankees did something. They signed another guy to a minor league deal. Hang the banner. Meanwhile, actual difference-makers are just sitting out there, some via trade, some in free agency, practically begging to be picked up. This should be an easy offseason if the goal is winning baseball games. But for reasons known only to Brian Cashman and the clueless think-tank of front-office yes-men, the Yankees have done absolutely nothing to improve the franchise. Nothing meaningful. Nothing bold. Nothing that suggests they even know what they’re trying to build a 2026 winner.

And recently we found out why. Cashman himself admitted he never even wanted the Yankees GM job, saying the role under George Steinbrenner was brutally stressful, with constant pressure and short leashes — but hey, he was “smart enough not to turn it down.” He said this on YES. Out loud. So now that the truth is out, what exactly are we watching here? Is he quietly hoping to get fired? Or does he genuinely believe that complacency is some next-gen strategy we’re all too dumb to understand? Because the guy I once respected as a GM now just looks like a lifer going through the motions — attached at the hip to his equally lifeless manager buddy, Aaron Boone. 

And judging by the sea of Fire Boone and Mission Accomplished Cashman Clown shirt purchases, I’m not alone. Thank you for your support.

Which brings us to the latest nothingburger: Payton Henry, signed to a minor league deal. Yes, that Payton Henry who once played for the Brewers. A glove-first catcher with a decent arm, some game-calling chops, and a bat that shows up about as often as Cashman’s urgency. He’s had a couple of cups of coffee with the Marlins, hit inconsistently, and mostly lived in the minors. 

And I’m supposed to get excited about this? Why are we wasting time on this? Austin Wells might be a terrible catcher, but at least he occasionally runs into a homer between stretches of hitting .200. This move doesn’t fix a problem — it just fills space.

So yeah, I’m done. 

Done until the front office cleans house and starts acting like it gives a damn. This team isn’t competitive, the leadership doesn’t seem to care, and I don’t tolerate liars. Especially not when Hal Steinbrenner has the nerve to suggest a franchise pulling in around $728 million in revenue isn’t profitable. That’s not spin — that’s insulting. But sure. We got Payton Henry. OH BOY. 

Somebody wake me up when the Yankees decide to stop wasting everyone’s time.