Growing up, Robinson Canó was perhaps my favorite position player in baseball. He made every play in the field look easy, had the sweetest swing of his generation, and, to me, represented not a transition but a continuum. I was a little young to really remember and understand the greatness of the 1990s dynasty, but Canó, the first impact player produced by the system since the final World Series championship in 2000, represented what would hopefully be a new wave of Yankee greatness, complementing the still-excellent holdovers from those glory years, like Derek Jeter or Jorge Posada.
Robinson Canó likely cost himself a spot in Cooperstown
