It was fun while it lasted.
For two glorious weeks, we got a glimpse of what baseball's hot stove season could look like if allowed to flower to its full potential. It began with a few trickles in the middle of November -- an Eduardo Rodriguez here, a Noah Syndergaard there -- and two weeks later was a full-blown gusher. The signings came so fast it was dizzying, in a good way.
Then, at the end of the first day of December, the fire hose of transactions stopped, as if someone forgot to pay the water bill.