Rob Manfred sees nothing unusual or untoward about the Steve Cohen era in Flushing.
If you see the new owner red-faced a shouting during the game, rest assured he’s yelling at a Point72 underling and not at Edwin Diaz.
This is SAC's equivalent of achieving his bathing suit weight.
She could be even higher on the hitlist than his ex-wife.
We've had this dream...it got weird.
If someone would take these goddamned things off his hands at one fell swoop, the Big Guy would be super-appreciative.
The place is yours if you can fish’em out, basically.
Now you do, too, although you don’t get 2.75% of $5 billion just for showing up.
The hedge funds are not amused by the IRS’ distinctly un-hedge-fund-friendly read of the tax overhaul.
As it turns out, now was perhaps not the best time to get back into hedge funds.
Apparently, SAC is the Sir Mix-a-Lot of art collectors.
Not that the Big Guy has to sweat such things like J.P. does.