Marchman, we have a good old take from a dear old friend.

Are you ready this morning for some just spicy atomic level hot takeage from a place that is reliable for such things?

I need it, man. Hit me.

It's our old friend Phil Mushnick.

Yes.

The New York Post, friend of Deadspin, and reliably grumpy old man, Phil Mushnick.

He's back, back on his bullshit.

And it just warms my cockles that in the middle of July, the dead zone of the sports calendar,

that Phil has rescued us from the doldrums with this atomic level take about Yankee's slugger

and pituitary gland disorder person. Aaron Judge, are you ready for this?

It hit me. Now, you're not going to believe this, but Phil likes Aaron because he plays the game the right

way, Marchman.

And what he writes is, having been compromised by TV and marketing plans that sell bad is cool

and modest bat-flipping sluggers, mean-mugging stare-down artists, and end-zone twerk dancers,

perhaps we'd become frightened to publicly admit that we'd much prefer young stars to be more

Aaron Judge, less O'Dell Beckham Jr.

How's that hit you in the thorax?

Fuck off.

Like, who's we?

Yeah.

I was going to say, there's a lot of we in here.

I just want you to note that for a second.

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