I am a child of the 1990s and proud of it, which means I've also come to accept a great fact of life: the St. Louis Cardinals will inevitably wiggle their way into relevance and sometimes the postseason every single fall.
Well, it finally happened. I knew this day would come. I got an offer to sell high on Aaron Judge. My best waiver wire addition the week the season started is probably going to be a hot ticket item as we head into the heart of the summer. This just happened to be the first. For the offering party, it was to buy a piece for the future. It was a whopper, and although it was generous, it actually didn't come to pass because the other owner does not understand the art of negotiating. Punk.