He Works in Mysterious Ways

It could be worse. I could be a Twins’ fan trying to convince myself Carlos Correa wants to be there. Not too long ago, Correa was going to sign with the Giants for thirteen years and $350 million, then with the Mets for twelve years and $315 million, only an old ankle injury kept getting in the way of his signing on the dotted line. You can’t sign what the other side takes off the table. So, now Correa is back in Minnesota, where he played last year and opted out of his contract at the end of the season in order to make a free-agent killing. Best-laid plans, Carlos, best-laid plans. But six years at $200 million (with incentives that could lead to another $70 million) isn’t too bad a consolation prize. Only I wouldn’t insult people’s intelligence by releasing a statement about how he knew God would “put me in the right place” and how happy he is “to be back home with his extended family,” the Twins. Unless it was God’s intention to jerk around a free-agent shortstop for reasons best left to the Almighty. The Man works in mysterious ways.