Last winter, I was fairly open about my distaste for Dallas Keuchel. An aging lefty with mild velocity, dependent upon one pitch, on a multi-year commitment, is a petrifying thought. (Hi, JA Happ!) I didn’t support the idea of any team giving Keuchel a five-year deal, even pitching-strapped clubs like the Phillies or Reds; much less the Yankees, clad with Luis Severino, James Paxton and Masahiro Tanaka leading the rotation. Add in the draft pick compensation and it wasn’t a hard choice. (Patrick Corbin was a different story … )
Life happens, though.