Trade Jazz, Volpe To Second & Go Get Bo!

 I know exactly what I’d do.

Yes, it would be messy—because the Yankees and Aaron Boone are physically incapable of letting go of their prized possession, Anthony Volpe. But in the spirit of compromise, and fully acknowledging that José Caballero would be holding the fort until Volpe returns from surgery and eventually remembers how to play the infield, let me float an idea that sounds insane… yet somehow still protects Boone’s emotional attachment to Volpe.

And yes—it starts with moving Jazz Chisholm.

Brian Cashman recently said the Yankees are “open-minded” when it comes to trading Jazz in order to improve the pitching staff. Open-minded. That’s Cashman-speak for “we’re thinking about it, but only if it doesn’t make us uncomfortable.”

Cashman went on to praise Jazz as part of the solution: athletic, above average, an All-Star second baseman, great defender, power, speed, steals bags, all that good stuff. And you know what? He’s right. Jazz has been a good get.

But here’s where I differ: if you can flip Jazz to land a legitimate starting pitcher, you do it. Period. The Yankees desperately need rotation help, and this roster doesn’t move forward unless someone with real value is sacrificed.

Now, before everyone hyperventilates—yes, that leaves a hole at second base. And that’s where our favorite untouchable comes in.

Anthony Volpe to second base. Relax. Breathe. Boone can still tuck him in at night. I don’t want this, but I’m trying to keep Boone happy. He still gets to keep his boy toy.

Look, Volpe isn’t a shortstop. We’ve seen enough. He struggles with the throws, the reads, the footwork, and the moment. Second base simplifies the job. Shorter throws, less pressure, fewer chances to remind us why this experiment keeps failing. Frankly, he probably throws better from second than he does from short.

And the bonus? The Yankees still get to market him. The commercials live on. The branding machine keeps humming. I’m compromising here. Truly. But that still leaves the biggest issue: who the hell plays shortstop?

If the Yankees are serious—actually serious—this is where you go big. You don’t plug the hole with duct tape and hope for the best. You land a real shortstop. A tough one. A proven one.

You get Bo Bichette.

Bo Bichette would be a massive offensive upgrade for this lineup. He’s elite at putting the bat on the ball—something the Yankees treat like a forbidden art form. A career .294 hitter who hit .311 in 2025, led the league in hits twice, and lives on base. He’s the exact opposite of the Yankees’ feast-or-famine philosophy.

Put him next to Aaron Judge and suddenly pitchers can’t just nibble and pray. Bichette balances the lineup, grinds at-bats, and brings an edge this team sorely lacks.

And Volpe? Bat him ninth. Let him be the ceremonial leadoff hitter for the second inning. He can still be the face of Charles Tyrwhitt, still hit .214, and still exist—just no longer in the way of the Yankees trying to win baseball games.

And if Volpe stinks it up at second base? Congratulations—we already have José Caballero, a legitimate utility weapon, ready to step in and actually do useful things.

Will the Yankees ever do this? Of course not. It requires creativity, courage, and a willingness to upset the comfort level of the front office. Three things this organization avoids like the plague.

But should they do it? Absolutely.

Because right now, this offseason has been pathetic. There’s no momentum. No imagination. No sense that the Yankees are a forward-thinking, ruthless, championship-driven franchise.

Moves like this create excitement. They signal intent. They tell fans you’re done spinning your wheels.

Will it happen? No. The Yankees don’t have the stomach for it. But they should. And maybe—just maybe—if enough people start saying it out loud, someone with a spine will eventually listen.

Let’s see what happens.