Juan Soto was asked about his interest in the Mets after the World Series loss and replied that he’s open to any team. Sounds like a guy who doesn’t want to spend one more minute in the big city:

If someone asked me if I wanted to get married to my fiance and I said I was open to anyone and don’t have any doors closed does that sound like I want to get married? Personally, if I was Juan Soto I’d be too embarrassed to ever play in New York again after what happened. How can you look anyone in the eye ever again after blowing a 5-0 lead IN THE WORLD SERIES? How can you go to Queens knowing they’re an even worse-off franchise that has been cursed for years? How can you return to a team that you already know peaked? When you needed your guys the most they shrunk under the bright lights. Three major errors in one inning! One by the team captain on a routine fly ball? Another by your shortstop of the future spiking a Donovan McNabb dirt ball? The last by your ace forgetting to cover first base? How can you want to go back to that? These ain’t your father’s Yankees anymore. This franchise is the poster boy for ordinary. A zebra might not be able to change his stripes, but Juan Soto can.

Look at how distraught this guy was after the final out. He just sat in the dugout like a statue for what felt like an hour doing nothing:

That point to the sky at the end there was telling. Feels like that was a guy who knew he just played in his last game in the Bronx. Then after the game the reports about his preference to stay in New York seemed exaggerated.

“Hey Juan you want to stay in New York like all the reports are saying, right? You love the team and the traffic and trash and rats everywhere and the taxes and homeless people shitting on the sidewalks, right?”


Juan Soto: “Fuck you. Pay me.”

He could come to Philadelphia and save a third of his future $700 million paycheck. And before you say you don’t want him watch this:

Then watch him lay off this 1-2 splitter and remember there’s like one guy on the Phillies that could do this:

Guy just posted a 1.012 OPS in the playoffs. He had his best season at the plate with Kevin Long in DC. He’s boys with Bryce and Trea. I’d pay $72 for a hot dog if it meant bringing him here. I don’t care if CBP looked like a stock car. Sell a million sleeve and helmet patches. Time for John Middleton to put his money where his mouth is, via Scott Lauber at the Inky:

“How much money did the ‘27 Yankees make? Or the ‘29 A’s? Or the ‘75-76 Big Red Machine?” Middleton said. “Does anybody know? Does anybody care? Nobody knows or cares whether any of them made any money or not. And nobody cares about whether I make money or not. If my legacy is that I didn’t lose any money owning a baseball team on an annual operating basis, that’s a pretty sad legacy. It’s about putting trophies in the cases.

It’s about putting trophies in the cases. BOIB.