Burn It Down: Boone, Cashman & Fishman Have To Go

Let’s not sugarcoat it—the 2025 Yankees are a goddamn embarrassment. OK fine, make a huge deal that we snapped a losing streak and beat the Mets, but let’s face it… it’s the Mets. This isn’t just a bad stretch or a team “trying to figure things out.” This is a full-blown organizational meltdown, and it starts right at the top with Aaron Boone, Brian Cashman, and Michael Fishman—the Bermuda Triangle of baseball incompetence.

We’ve said it before here at Bleeding Yankee Blue, and we’ll keep saying it louder for the people in the back: these three are destroying the Yankees from the inside out.

Let’s start with Aaron Boone. A manager is supposed to lead. He’s supposed to get the best out of his players, make smart decisions, manage a bullpen, and inspire a clubhouse. Boone does none of that. Zero. Zilch. The guy looks like he’s watching the game from the dugout, not managing it. His bullpen usage is a disaster. His in-game strategy is nonexistent. His postgame interviews? A masterclass in shrugging off accountability. He’s supposed to be the field general—he’s acting more like a substitute teacher who lost the lesson plan.

Now don’t come crying that Boone can only work with what he’s given. Because that brings us right to Brian Cashman—the architect of this dumpster fire. Yes, he made some “moves,” but most of them were cosmetic at best, reckless at worst. Devin Williams? That guy’s about as intimidating as a water balloon in the ninth inning. Still no real third baseman. Still relying on broken veterans and “bounce-back” candidates who haven’t bounced back since 2021.

And when he does address a hole—like third base—he fills it with someone like Jeimer Candelario, who’s hitting worse than Anthony Volpe. That’s like patching a leaky roof with paper towels. Meanwhile, the rest of the league is making meaningful additions.

But the real shadowy villain behind it all? Michael Fishman and the analytics cult. This guy has turned the Yankees into a case study in overthinking. Baseball isn’t just math, it’s feel. It’s rhythm. It’s human instinct. And yet, every decision—every lineup, every pitching change, every trade—is filtered through spreadsheets and predictive models that completely ignore the realities of the field.

Cashman might be the face of the dysfunction, but Fishman is the puppet master in the back room whispering bad ideas into everyone’s ears. (Read this from 2023) And it’s not working. It hasn’t been working for a long time. Yet here we are, watching the same flawed roster construction, the same blind faith in data over baseball IQ, and the same crash-and-burn season play out again.

Yes, the Yankees might sneak into the playoffs. Who cares? This team isn’t built to win a championship and that’s the most important thing. They won’t win with Boone asleep in the dugout. Not with Cashman making panic moves that solve nothing. Not with Fishman turning the Yankees into a lab experiment gone wrong.

Yankee fans aren’t stupid. We see it. We feel it. We’re fed up. And frankly, it’s insulting that Hal Steinbrenner continues to let this show go on. The standard used to be winning. Now it’s spin rates, exit velocity, and hopes and prayers.

We don’t want tweaks. We don’t want reassurances. We want heads to roll.

Boone has to go.
Cashman has to go.
Fishman has to go.

It’s not optional anymore. It’s mandatory. You want to win in New York? You want to restore the Bronx to what it used to be? Then clean fucking house.

The fans are finally banging the drum. Now it’s time to blow the horn and burn it down.