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December 16, 2003 Updated: December 22, 4:44 PM ET   You are
Brian Cashman, general manager of the mighty New York Yankees.
You make more than $1 million a year. And yet, you are
miserable. Your boss -- The Boss -- signs half-crippled
malcontents, then blames you when things go wrong. He yells at
you, threatens to fire you, threatens not to pick up your option
year, threatens to exile you to the Mets. Your team makes the
World Series two out of three years, but you are called a
miserable failure because they lose both times (after having won
the WS four of the previous five years). Then Mr. Steinbrenner
(as you unfailingly refer to him) stops listening to you, stops
talking to you, doesn't even send you to the winter meetings --
the only GM in baseball not allowed to attend. So you tell a few
friends that you can't take it anymore, that you are gone as
soon as your contract is up at the end of 2004. Somehow, this
gets into the New York Post -- and less