Sweeny Murti, the best guy you’ll ever meet in this (or any) industry, has been covering the Yankees for so long he can probably moonwalk into every locker room in baseball — blindfolded.
But even the intrepid WFAN beat reporter must be jarred by the fresh or forlorn faces in the Yankees’ dugout these days.
Indeed, it only feels like the Yankees morphed into the Miami Marlins, holding a baseball flea market that rivals the one sprawled around MetLife Stadium every year.
Many pundits applaud the Yankees today, for bucking their eternal refrain as bulls on the baseball market, hording pricey players in the hopes that they will return to their ancestral home — the World Series.