equal time Phil Mushnick MLB’s greed is naked — and has a complicit partner By Phil Mushnick Published April 9, 2026, 7:40 p.m. ET The Yankees bench reacts in the dugout during the ninth inning against the Miami Marlins at Yankee Stadium. Bill Kostroun/New York Post Recall that great, old baseball poem, “Casey At The Cash Register?”
There are times — too many times — when I’d like to reach out, grab Rob Manfred firmly by the shoulders and shake him until he provides good answers to the following:
“What are you thinking?” “What are you doing?” “Why are you treating America’s most cherished game as if it’s landfill garbage?!”
Not that MLB’s obedient media stooges would even drop a frown toward Manfred, but what he and his let-them-eat-marked-up-mud team owners did to last weekend’s Marlins-Yanks games was in the very worst interests of its best, blood supply-sustaining customers.
