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When you start to feel a bit panicky about the prospects of holding together your pitching staff and hoping that someone in the minors unexpectedly develops and that your most promising young hurler at the major league level somehow is able to come back eventually from season-ending surgery on a torn labrum (so often referred to as the career-ender.) You sign your 37-year old supposed ace to a two-year contract. (In my defense, he wanted a 5-year contract. Tried to get him down to 1 with a team option for a second. But he would only go for a player option on year 2.)
Also extended swing-man Logan Dunbar for another year. Probably need to start looking at trading from strength to find an arm or two for the rotation.
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