Saturday, May 11, 2013
Posted by el duque at 9:16 AM
That's because Dellin didn't start. But maybe he started his second life. The first one died from a thousand cutlines - you know, the kind sports sections offer.
Frankly, at 26 - Colter Bean territory - it's hard to view Betances a prospect of Ruben Riveraesque renown. It feels like we've been reading about him since the Eisenhower Administration. He was supposed to be matching bookend of homegrown Big Units (with Andrew Brackman), our Josh Johnson, the second tallest Killer B, which will make a great trivia question five years from now. (Let's see, Bed, Bath and Betances? Isrighausen, Pulsipher and Wilson, right?)
Well, he's been Jobaed to the bullpen. He's no longer the Official Future Ace of the New York Yankees (the WB Mason of farmhands). But, hey, you never know. These days, people get second chances these days. Despite that donkey-lady face, Gwynneth Paltrow seems to have done all right for herself. Chris Christie is down to 280. We're in first... with a starting lineup of reclamation projects: Lyle Overbay, Jason Nix, Chris Stewart, Chris Nelson and - frankly - Ichiro and Vernon Wells. This is the team of second chances. Hey, maybe it's not too late for my NBA career?
I don't know about you, but I was tired of Dellin Betances, the starter. I was sick of pitching lines that looked like tee-ball scores. Let us know behold Dellin Betances, the fire-throwing monster out of the bullpen. Keep chillin' Dellin. I got me a feeling about this: The Killer B's are not dead.