Monday, February 27, 2017
McKinney, 22, homered yesterday in the late innings of the third Grapefruit League game of February. If you're into meaningless dingers - and who isn't? - there aren't many more forgettable blasts than those hit in the scrubbini innings of the third exhibition game. But fukkit: Today, the Yankee '17 Dream Bombers of Hope and Wild Card Contention(TM) are ranked atop the IT IS HIGH Secret Team Power List* (TM) thanks to the success story that could be Billy McKinney.
(*The IT IS HIGH Rankings are the top-ranked rankings of IT IS HIGH, based on secret team power logarithms, which transcend the wins v losses crapola used by MLB to de-legitimize Yankees success.)
The second piece in the Aroldis Chapman trade last July, McKinney is the kind of former top prospect who - with a breakout 2017 - could soar in next winter's top prospect rankings. If he has a good year, between Trenton and Scranton, the Yankees could even win next January's prestigious farm system rankings by Baseball America. Clearly, the stakes are high.
In fact, it will be fun to watch McKinney's box scores in Trention, because this is his make-or-break season. He either rakes his way through Double and Triple A - and then into a September coffee-call with the Yankees, or he'll slide back into the Slade Heathcott gene pool of minor league journeymen, of which the Bombers never seem to be in short supply.
McKinney was the 24th pick in the 2013 draft, taken by Oakland. The Yankees were said to be hot on him - (ahead of Aaron Judge, by the way.) At age 18, he went to the rookie leagues and hit .326 with 3 HRs. His stock rose.
Next season, he was hitting .241 in High Single A, when Oakland dealt him to the Cubs for pitcher Jeff Samardzija. He hit .301 the rest of the year and, heading into 2015, was ranked #83 by Baseball America and #81 by Baseball Prospectus as one of the best prospects in the game.
In 2015, McKinney hit .300 at two levels, but without much power. (He's said to be a great fielder with solid hitting and baserunning instincts.) Heading into 2016, he still ended up #74 on Baseball Prospectus list.
But last year at Double A, he hit a snag. - .252 with 1 HR in Chicago's system. The Cubs dealt him with Gleyber Torres, and he didn't fair much better at Trenton, after the trade - .234 with 3 HRs.
So... recapping... three MLB farm systems in three years - definitely not a good sign. But but BUT... yesterday, he comes up against a noboby in a nothing-burger game and homers, Zolio Almonte style. Yes, it means nothing to no one. But there's always the trace of that new car smell, and we know Cashman will be panting every time the kid comes to bat. It'll be fun watching Trenton box scores this year. Some guys just take a little longer...
Sunday, February 26, 2017
If we claim to win every game - as we could - how long would it be before the corporate-owned media starts promoting fake losses - as they do - without even printing box scores (as was the case yesterday), because the globalist anti-American League bureaucracy cannot allow our success? Come on, sheeple! Pull your foam victory fingers from the sand. If the Yankees win 150 games this year, taking the division by 50, the deep state, neo-Gammonites would try to de-legitimize us by creating false narratives, such as printing phony scores and statistics, such as WAR and OPS. Do not be fooled by these fake sports sites, who are owned and operated by anti-Yankee interests. Only here will you find the truth.
Yesterday, the Yankees secretly won, while feigning public defeat.
We led until the ninth - showcasing our complete and utter domination of a lesser team, franchise and gene-pool - and then, just as the media crones were sharpening their axes, we let the little babies have their way. We brought out Joe Mantiply - a 25-year-old winter slag heap acquisition - and instructed him to lose. Our plan is working perfectly.
In fact, every plank of our strategy is running smoothly, as shown in the following links.
A-Rod and Lady Google are kaput. This was a difficult assignment for Agent 13, his first undercover mission that required his manly seductive talents. I cannot disclose the classified nature of his work, but let's just say that, from now on, if you google "Kinky Boots" and "Hal Steinbrenner," you will get the truth. Well done, Thirteen. Now, we will turn to Taylor Swift...
El Chapo, aka Aroldis Chapman, is excited to be in Tamp Camp with El Duque (the other one) and the Bronze Titan, which is what Alphonso has been called after a golden shower. He met yesterday with Orlando Hernandez and Jose Contreras, his childhood idols while growing up under communist control.
Matt Holliday tells Jerry Hall's newspaper that Aaron Judge "seems like a good human being, first and foremost." Does a good human being strike out 200 times a year? That is the question.
The media is beating the drums on Gleyber Torres, our top prospect. They're even questioning whether the Yankees are secretly holding back Torres in order to keep him from becoming a free agent sooner. Weird. The guy hasn't hit above Double A, and he's blocked by Gregorius and Castro, yet the Gammonites want him up there now? Like Bella Legosi would say, bevare... bevare... bevare.
Saturday, February 25, 2017
If only the regular season could be as much fun as watching yesterday's Grapefruit opener. It was great to see the kids play and watch guys who don't run the bases like 700-car freight trains. The homers were great, too.
On YES, Kay and Singleton made some interesting comments, to boot. One, they brought up individual cases where traditional intentional walks resulted in some exciting baseball, now of course relegated to history. Two, they explicitly talked about baseball's acceptance of players who strike out with wild abandon as long as they put up power numbers; i.e., you can strike out 200+ times every season, but if you hit 40 home runs, you'll be showered with millions. This goes hand in hand with the "batting .220 with an OBP of .225 is good as long as you hit 30/40/whatever dingers" crowd that has had some support here in the comments gallery. That's the line of thinking that excuses Tex/McCann/God/Bebe Rebozo for constantly hitting into the shift unproductively because to go the other way would be "tampering with the pull-hitting style that makes them oh-so-valuable."
Me, I'd still rather have five guys with 10 or 15 HRs who get on base like crazy and bat .310 or better. Ichiro, for instance, is derided by some people as a "singles hitter," but if you had three or four of him and three or four Rod Carews or maybe Ty Cobbs, you're going to win a lot of games. The key to Moneyball, believe in it or not, is that getting on base a lot, one after another after another, is more important than power, and striking out a lot or hitting into the shift kills most of your chances to score and run the other team ragged, pitchers and fielders alike.
Kay and Kenny...and I hate to say it, but I think Kay was the more vocal of the two...nailed these developments, which are ultimately not good for the game, imo. What's a little ironic is that the new free pass rule is meant to speed up the game, while the acceptance of guys who strike out a lot slows it down considerably. As does the number of commercials between innings--the biggest reason games last so long--which Kay/Kenny also brought up, with Kay boldly stating that even if MLB begins allowing sponsor patches on uniforms, it will only be to make even more money rather than to reduce the "need" for so many commercials.
Of course, it is Spring Training. I assume once the real season starts, it will be verboten to point out the greed and highly questionable judgement of MLB, its owners, and other fonts of wisdom. At least, if they want to keep their jobs. But it was nice to hear Kay, especially, show some of the form that made him an interesting game analyst on Yankees radio in the distant past, before he became the bland character he is now on YES.
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IT IS HIGH 2017 MLB POWER RANKINGS*
1. NEW YORK YANKEES
2. Chicago Cubs
3. Cleveland Indians
4. Los Angeles Dodgers
5. Boston Redsocks
6. Texas Rangers
7. Washington Nationals
8. St. Louis Cardinals
9. All other teams, tied.
* Power rankings are based on scientific analysis and algorithmic progressions, too complicated to explain to morons, but which include factual information, which result in power rankings, and everything else is fake sports news ginned up by enemies of the Yankees.
By now, you know that Aaron Judge yesterday homered off the top of the super-electro scoreboard at Steinbrenner Field, putting him in the company of the great Zolio Almonte, (currently seeking gainful employment) who twice wowed sun-frying grapefruit snowbirds on opening day of spring with long balls powered by hope.
The '17 Yankees are perfect, and if anyone sez otherwise, get in his grill and chant "HAL, HAL, HAL," until he passes out from your bad breath. With the exception of Gary Sanchez and Aaron Hicks - both of whom we know will be stars - every Yankee prospect yesterday reached base.
For the last two years, Aaron Judge has been the most important prospect in the Yankiverse, the world's biggest boom-or-bust superstar since Yahoo Serious. If he figures out MLB pitching, we'll have a Reggie in right. If he becomes Zolio Almonte, well, we face three months of anguish, followed by an ugly demotion to Scranton and then the ultimate fear: That Judge is traded to another team, where he becomes a hitter. There is no net, folks. This guy is a human Flying Wallendas act, and we will soar over the big top with him... or crash to the grounds.
Yesterday, his home run was hit so far that fans may have imagined Key Igawa still pitching. But it didn't count any more than the other HRs. And Judge also fanned, his signature move. There is no net, folks. He simply HAS to be good. There is only hope. And now is the time for it. HAL! HAL! HAL!
Friday, February 24, 2017
Ahh, behold the gifts of a hopeful Feb! James Kaprielian is throwing! Jacoby Ellsbury is cuddling his newborn! A-Rod is offering wisdom, and Jeet is grabbing the dinner check. Chris Carter has not struck out once... not once, take that, naysayers. Nobody cares how warm it is up North. Let the glaciers calve, let the town halls boil with protest, let Ivan Nova grow a beard... no one cares, amigo. This is the land of hope. This is not me feigning a visit to the land of hope. Fuck dat. I. Don't. Feign. This is me drinking the bucket of hopeful Kool-Aid, full-on, mouth to teat, suckling contentedly at the nipple of Yankee optimism.
Thursday, February 23, 2017
What happened to me? Once, I celebrated each singular joy of late February - scraping the windshield, jumper cables for the battery, feeling slush fill my boots, while each hip hauls that extra 10-pounds of winter cheddar. Now, I sit and stew about Chris Carter's impending 200 strikeouts, as if the season ahead will be a 24/7 performance art exhibit by Shia LeBeouf. It's like having Irritable Bowel Syndrome without the impishly sexy Irritable Bowel Syndrome lady constantly at my side, whispering into my good ear. What the hell happened?
Well, dammit... NO MORE! If my bowel movements must be irritable, I shall see them as a red-haired lady in skin-tight leotards! And if the giant death melons must crash to earth, I shall join the dinosaurs in happy extinction.
Friends, comrades, fellow Yank fans... it is time to press the 2017 YANKEE/IT IS HIGH RESET BUTTON.
From now on - at least until something awful happens, like we re-sign Swisher - I challenge each of you to look at the cheerful, hopeful side of 2017, and to not dwell upon the things that - in a lesser fan's gloomy, shallow eyes of doom - could be viewed as roster deficiencies.
From now on, I do NOT view the Yankees as a team with only three starting pitchers. We have eight starters - (counting Dietrich Emms, who will win 15) - and we simply haven't yet boiled them down to the top five.
From now on, I REJECT the notion that Jacoby Ellsbury and Brett Gardner are the same player, two years past his sell date. They are legitimate stars who, having rededicated themselves to excellence, are approaching their career year
From now on, I am CERTAIN that Aaron Judge and Aaron Hicks will become the Jackie Bradely Jrs. of New York City. Each will have a breakout season, providing the batting order with top-to-bottom protection.
From now on, I believe without question that the 2017 Yankees WILL WIN the 2017 World Series.
From now on... at least until I have reason to believe otherwise.
And I hereby challenge each of you to feel the same way.
O, joy! O, liberation! O, bowel movement! And this is not a joke or slight of hand illusion. Baltimore, Toronto and Tampa each suffered a tough winter, and dammot, it's too early to bow before Zod, otherwise known as the Redsock '17 Hall of Fame Superteam of Destiny (TM). As we speak, Chasen Shreve is developing an unhittable pitch. Luis Severino just perfected his changeup. Come on, folks, spring is coming. It's time to believe, goddammot! Befuckinglieve.
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
Now, kiss it goodbye. In a ludicrous attempt to speed up the game, the tiny-fingered lords of baseball have taken it upon themselves to eliminate the intentional pass. From now on, instead of requiring a pitcher to throw four balls, a manager will make a hand signal, and the batter will stroll to first base. We will save a minute.
Let me outline the stupidity of this in four lobbed pitches.
1. It won't speed up anything. An intentional walk takes about 60 seconds and occurs once in every 2.6 games. This is progress? The reason games go so long is the concrete dead zones of commercials that are stuffed between half-innings and pitching changes. Want to shrink the game? Require pitchers to be warmed up when reaching the mound. Or cut commercials. Why are intentional walks banned? Easy. The lords never monetized them.
2. It won't boost excitement. Intentional walks come in crisis moments, with a big hitter at the plate and a pitcher slightly unhinged. The game is on the line. The crowd is standing. The on-deck batter is glaring over this clear sign of disrespect.This is the theater of baseball at its best. This is crunch time. These are NOT the moments you cut.
3. Mistakes do get made. Balls get thrown in the dirt - or too close to the plate. Sanchez's ball electrified Yankee Stadium. Now... nothing? Unbelievable.
4. It's a sign of obsessive tinkering - generally a bad thing. Look at the NFL. Every year, the football lords tweak the game, creating confusion. Yet the games only get longer - mostly because video replays practically require lawyers to rule on infractions. Baseball didn't tinker with time-cherished rules. Until now, that is.
And they actually are pondering starting extra inning games with runners on base. Insane.
Tuesday, February 21, 2017
2. He hails from Defiance, Ohio. ("The Man from Defiance looks in, gets the signal...")
3. He was an all-state soccer player in high school.
4. He was a little league teammate of Chad Billingsley.
5. He gave up a homer to the first major league batter he ever faced. (Rickie "Wikileaks" Weeks)
6. In 2010, he threw a one-hitter against the Padres.
7. He had a nose job, paid for by Carlos Beltran. (Not making this up.)
8. In 2013, he was the Mets' opening day starter. (Don't snicker; we once had Pavano.)
9. This winter, the Mets bought him out for $500,000, making him a free agent.
10. He'll make a baseline $1.25 million for the Yankees - plus $750,000 in incentives, and we have to extend him by $100,000 before spring training ends, or he becomes a free agent.
“To extend the knowledge he has about how to play the game, talk to the young kids and some of the expectations: how to deal with some of the different positions and how to hit, how to hit in the middle of the order,’’ Girardi said when asked what was planned for Rodriguez. “Those are the things we want him to offer insight to our young players and to the older players as well.’’
Amen, brother Joe. Spoken like a pope reading from his binders.
Hence, we get to embrace three golden, never-to-be-forgotten days with the human vortex of delight known as A-Rod. The things he will say! The wisdoms he will bring forth! O, come let us adore him.
In fact, if I were granted an audience with The Great One, I would try to distill my essential hopes and fears into one burning question:
How the fuck did you pull this off?
Three days? Last I looked, A-Rod is on the clip for the full $21 million, a year's worth of playing time, if he could still hit. Where I come from, that should also mean a year's worth of coaching time, or announcing time, or Scrantonian time - or something, anything, that will add to the Yankee fruit plate. Three days? Are you kidding me? He'll show up for a few selfies and a news conference, then disappear back to the boat?
Beyond the haughty words and embraces, I can't help but wonder if A-Rod remains a pariah within the Yankee brain trust. Three days? That's ridiculous. This guy should be a full-time coach, if not with the Yankees, with their minor league system - as a roving trouble-shooter. My guess is that if he worked with a Dermis Garcia or a Blake Rutherford, it might turn out to be the best $21 million the Steinbrenners ever pissed down a well. But he should be there every day, 24/7, like the wise-ass ancient masters in martial arts movies, who can still kick the karate kid's butt, if needed.
A three day resurrection? Crazy. My secret hope is that A-Rod glad-hands his way into the Yankee front office, and eventually repeals and replaces Brian Cashman. All that vast knowledge of baseball - plus, he sure knows how to cut deals as a coach. Three days. Wow. Ring the victory clock.
Monday, February 20, 2017
The good old days, remember? Pride and prestige. Aura and mystique. Joe Torre stood in front of a crowd and thanked God for the chance to be a Yankee. Jeez, it went back for generations. We might not be any good, but Roy White wasn't going anywhere.
When did we lose it? When did the craven corporate structure replace tradition? I trace it back to the winter of 2003-04 when Cashman chose the MRI on Andy Pettite's elbow over the truth of Andy's heart. We just let him go. Andy pitched three years in Houston - 84 games with an ERA of 3.38 - while we dicked around with Randy Johnson, Carl Pavano, Jared Wright and Kevin Brown - not one a true Yankee. It took us three years to realize the mistake, three lost years, while Torre's team fell apart.
Well, today, Brett Gardner is our oldest tenured Yankee, the closest we have to a Roy White. He does everything well, nothing spectacular. Not an all-star. Just the guy you want up late in a tie game.
We spent the winter trying to peddle him.
In the end, Cashman said no. Not because Gardner is too sacred to be traded, but because Cashman needed a slam dunk for his management resume, a career that can only be considered a success by its longevity. Cashman's greatest achievement has been in keeping his job.
In fact, I guess Cashman is our longest tenured Yankee, our sacred figure. And that's why we are in this predicament.
It's hard to realize that Gardy is 34. Seems like yesterday, no? He'll never again steal 50 or hit 20 HRs. He should bunt more. His glove is golden, and he still takes bushels of pitches. It's a sad testament to this team that we're a year, maybe two, from desperately needing a clubhouse lug nut like him. But does anybody really expect him to still be around on opening day? I don't.
It's been a month of bad omens. The Chris Carter signing. The Betances arbitration. The mere sight of Randy Levine. (Mr. Trump, don't you need an ambassador to Mars?) The Tyler Austin broken toe. The injuries still to come. The 2017 Yankees don't look like a contender. And Brett Gardner - lifelong Yankee, a great player and a sacred figure - might not be around much longer.