FIFTY THOUSAND MOONS
Friday, December 7, 2012
Posted by el duque at 8:07 AM
But I dunno what to make of it. Really. I just dunno...
Tell me we should celebrate. Convince me. I'll drink the Kool-Aid. But I dunno. I can't help but think we're looking at the 40-year-old barmaid and seeing her as the prom queen she was 120 pounds ago. Yeah, we can take her home. We can turn out the lights. We can relive the big win over Sayre. But sooner or later, the bed is going to break. And if renting Youk takes Hal 2000 off the hook of Yankiverse indignation - the Gammonites have been reporting fan base anger - he can let the Hamiltons and Greinkes redefine the AL, while we settle for Miss Elmira 1984.
Put on your reading glasses. Take a close look at Youk's beautistics.
Yesterday, a Redsock fan told me he can still handle 3B - but who trusts a Redsock fan? They'll tell you lies, thinking you have a direct line to Cashman. In fact, just hearing a Redsock fan claim Youk can play 3B has me doubting he can play 3B. If Satan says DRINK, I don't know about you, but I set the bottle down.
Then again, wadda I know? We have nobody else to play 3B, unless Cody Ransom turns up, with his famous standing power jumps, or we learn that Celerino Sanchez was cloned. And if we get Youk, at least there would never again be a downside to him getting beaned: He'll put a Yankee on first!
I dunno. I just dunno. There are times when you get a really expensive Christmas gift, and you're grateful, because it's the thought that counts. But you wish they just gave you the cash. And if the barmaid says yes, I'm wondering how we'll feel tomorrow.