BUY MY BOOK: BARD OF THE DEAL: THE POETRY OF DONALD TRUMP
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Posted by el duque at 8:54 AM
We won't admit it to outsiders. Publicly, we're done. But in our hearts, we bought into the myth long ago. That's why we're Yankee fans. We believe in magic. Check that: We don't believe. We know.
Actually, this dual-mentality is sad. It means living a lie. It means cowardly telling others that it's over, while privately thinking it isn't.
Well, folks... let's paraphrase Yogi... and talk some truth:
It is not over until it is over.
This team played through some ridiculously bad stretches in 2012.
Remember Cano in August, after Melky was booted, so lackluster that people wondered if he were in withdrawal himself? Remember when CC couldn't hold a lead? When Ichiro arrived and gave reason to understand why Seattle dumped him? I remember an April game when Joe Buck and Tim McCarver opined that Teixiera was done. Swish and Grandy have tanked before. And Russell Martin - what a disastrous spring.
Well, it's simple: Tonight, Phil Hughes must pitch the game of his life. And somebody has to get lucky, for a change. Listen: I'm only talking to the faithful here. I will delete this post later and claim it never happened: But dammit, we can still win this.