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Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Posted by el duque at 7:01 AM
Today, Martin can't hit his wife's weight, we have a scrapheaper backing him up, Cervelli has disappeared along the NYS Thruway, and - yeah, I hate to mention it again - but we gave away Jesus for nothing, nada, zippo. We have no catching. WTF?
Martin: Last winter, Brian Cashman called him the newest incarnation of Thurman Munson. This had to be a p.r. bull sheet line, uttered to cushion the future blowback from trading Montero. Last night, Martin official became an acute problem. He committed two critical errors and went his customary 0 for 4. But he's sucked all year. When the last three names in our order are Jones, Martin and Wise (or Nix) we deserve to be swept.
Jesus: It still hurts to think about him. But listen: He has sucked. He's only batting .249 with a handful of HRs. Maybe he was overblown too?
Austin Romine: Hasn't caught a pitch this year. Supposed to return after the All-Star break. Bad back. Don't know what to think. How does a guy catch with a bad back?
Cervelli: Was absolutely devastated by his last minute demotion to Scranton. Only now has he started to hit for the Traveling Wilkes Barres. You have to wonder if he'll ever do anything as a Yankee. And right now, we won't get much in a trade.
We can talk about kids - Gary Sanchez is now at Tampa - until we're blue in the cheeks. What's the point? On this 4th of July, catching - our strongest suit last year - is killing us.