The archangels -- not the Angels -- are merrily blowing the trumpets in heaven. The sun smiling and planning to shine on the earth.
Derek Jeter and the Yankees have reached a deal.
And thank heavens that's over.
Rarely is there such huffing and puffing over a non-story.
Seriously, there was a greater chance that Babe Ruth would be reincarnated and come back to run a hot dog stand in the new Yankee Stadium than there ever was that Jeter would leave.
I don't care how "contentious" the negotiations became. It didn't matter who was asking whom to drink a "reality potion."
That it ever became this much of a story was absurd in the first place. There will not be a bigger non-story story this winter.
Anyway, the terms are three years at an average of somewhere between $15 and $17 million a season, with a fourth-year option for 2014.
Judging from the column I wrote the other day, there are many of you who think Jeter will be wildly overpaid at this rate, and that The Man (Hank or Hal Steinbrenner) should have stuck it to him.
There are others of you who agree with me, that a declining Jeter still deserves more than market value because of his iconic status with the Yankees.
If this were Pittsburgh, where every penny counts, I'd be a lot more critical of this contract.
But the Yankees print money. It's not like overpaying Jeter for his value on the field is going to hamstring the Yankees elsewhere as they put this year's team together ... or next year's team ... or their 2013 team.
We're talking about an all-time Yankee here, whose value to the franchise will extend even after Jeter joins Ruth for a hot dog lunch with the Great Yankee in the Sky however many years from now.
Whatever the salary, this was always going to happen.
Now can we move on to things that were not foregone conclusions, please?