I love James Paxton. When the Yankees landed him from Seattle, I was ecstatic. He’s exactly the kind of pitcher I like, offering high, hard fastballs and a breaking ball that makes the best hitters in the world look stupid. He’s Canadian. He’s still the only player whose BreakingT shirt I actually own.
Paxton was also never really everything we wanted as a pitcher. He came to New York and was exactly as advertised, striking out a higher rate of batters than any Yankee starter except for literally Gerrit Cole while he was in the Bronx.