What happened to our faith in Jesus?

I'll go to hell for this. But since 2008, we've lived in the blissful ignorance that Jesus Montero is a future MLB catcher, an offensive one, and trash-talk about his catching prowess is merely the usual hate screeds that Yankees and their fans face every day in our daily lives.

Now, with Frankie Cervelli out indefinately, (Thank you, IIH Curse voters), the official line from Team Girardi is that our backup catcher for the playoffs will be... Austin Romine?

Happy for Romine. But in one terse statement, the Yankees have undressed their best position prospect since days of the Duncan donuts, Shelley and Eric. Suddenly, they're telling the world that Jesus Montero - after two years of Triple A - absolutely cannot catch a big game, nope, forgetaboutit, they'd catch Gustov Molina if they hadn't scrapped him for one of those worthless lefties signed for a week. They'd catch Betty White, if she'd strap on the pads.

Happy for Romine. But if Montero cannot catch - and it's not haters saying it, it's the Yankees themselves - where doth Jesus play?

Are we dealing with the holy ghost of Sam Horn?