3 desperation moves Yankees can make if Gerrit Cole's doomsday comes true

Let's get this out of the way first. There isn't a single pitcher the Yankees can add -- on the open market, on the closed market, from someone else's roster, from a faraway land -- who can replicate what Gerrit Cole brings to their rotation.

If Cole is forced to miss the season, his calming and influential clubhouse energy will remain impactful on the campaign's outcome, but his role will pale in comparison to what it could've -- and should've -- been. The team will get worse.

Rationally, pitchers break, and the Yankees should consider themselves lucky to have obtained three full years of Durable Cole, as well as the shortened 2020 season, before their investment was halted. Irrationally, this process sucks tremendously, and even if Cole's elbow is miraculously deemed "clean," this feels like a hurdle that won't go away.

So far, the Yankees are using the word "precautionary" to describe their ace's elbow exam, a determination that would hold more water if they weren't bizarrely using the term, "mid-spring beat up" to describe their Captain's lingering mystery soreness.

So, where do the Yankees pivot? Whether or not Cole's done in by his balky elbow, it seems likely he'll miss time in 2024 -- on at least one occasion. How many Cole starts can this year's Yankees, locked in a battle with the O's, Rays, Jays (and don't count out the Red Sox, because you never can), afford to sacrifice without improving the rotation?

With Cole, Nestor Cortes Jr. and Carlos Rodón's efforts have combined to spark concern. Without Cole, even for a single stretch? They could be the difference between reaching October and grasping at it from afar.

3 desperation moves Yankees have to consider if Gerrit Cole MRI is messy

Sign Blake Snell (or Jordan Montgomery), Don't Ask Questions

Honestly, though? Add in Montgomery's purported personal feelings about the Yankees, his lower ceiling, and his repeated requests for a seven-year deal, and a desperation, short-term play for Snell feels much more plausible. Neither can replicate Cole, or come very close, but at the very least, a team in the Yankees' possible dire straits would be borderline required to fork over $100 million in short-term cash for the Cy Young winner.

Someone might have to explain to Hal Steinbrenner that no one, on any corner of this earth, cares about his tax bill in the unfortunate situation where Juan Soto's walk year suddenly hangs in the balance.

According to SNY's Andy Martino, nothing about Cole's unexpected trip to the MRI tube has changed the team's perspective on Snell; in fact, they pulled their offer months ago. If the worst-case scenario drops, expect Cole's agent Scott Boras to attempt to change the Yankees' tune powerfully.

Bite the Exceptionally Large Bullet and Trade Spencer Jones for Dylan Cease

Hey ... we said desperate!

Truth serum time, Hal. How confident are you in bringing Juan Soto back long-term? We know, we know. You wouldn't have traded Michael King, Drew Thorpe and Co. for him if you didn't intend on offering him a market deal this offseason. But intentions only matter in horseshoes, hand grenades, and determining whether Cole's MRI merits a freakout or just a mild annoyed purr. So, which is it? Are you going to blow Steve Cohen out of the water? Are you going to take on all comers? Or is there a chance you let the market dictate things, which leads to Soto's contract spiraling out of your control and comfort zone?

If Soto does depart, ironically, the path for Spencer Jones' playing time in the Bronx clarifies itself significantly, and trading him in March 2024 could only look all the more foolish when the full season's worth of dust settles.

But what are these modern Yankees if not a little bit foolish? Suddenly, this totally unpalatable price looks a little more reasonable when the team is at risk of wasting Soto's last year of arbitration. If only Dylan Cease was actually a panacea for losing Cole, and not just another example of the ... next "great" thing. Can't have Luis Castillo? Welcome to the Bronx, Frankie Montas! Cole in your stocking? Here's (shudder) this.