Friday, June 7, 2013

Obviously, it's not too soon to start pondering John's HR call for Eric Jagielo and Aaron Judge

The Yankees last night picked two college sluggers with their first picks.

The reality is this: By the time either reaches the Show - if either does - the odds are pretty good that John Sterling will no longer be the Voice of the Yankees, driven by Jeep. He's on one-year contracts, and it seems every winter, the brass ponders an offer from ESPN. One of these years, well...

But as long as there are Yankees, there will be fans who want to imagine what John Sterling would have done to a homerun.

So... without further adieu...  Eric Jagielo...

JAGGY JACKS ONE.

ERIC JAGIELO... LET'S SMOKE A KILO!

ERIC... HE'S HOMERIC!

And Aaron Judge...

AARON... THANKS FOR SHARIN'.

ORDER IN THE COURTROOM, HERE COME DE JUDGE!

BANG THE GAVEL; THE JUDGE HAS ISSUED HIS RULING, AND THE OPPOSING PITCHER MAY NOW APPROACH THE BENCH...

Any ideas?

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

If you'd bothered to listen to last nights game, Suzyn suggested "The verdict is in" and the John made a broadway reference which was not memorable, but Suzyn loved it.

Hermodorus said...

Oh yeah. I listened to the whole game. "Here comes the judge" was John's suggestion, after Suzyn goaded him into commenting on the subject (according to her "those journalists" were already tweeting about it as soon as the draft pick was announced). John was completely tickled when Suzyn told him that. Cue his signature maniacal laughter.

Other takeaways: very brief win warble. Ma and Pa seemed gassed from the long trip out there. There was extended mention of a broadway legend who had passed away. Anyone born before 1950 would definitely recognize her. Also Suzyn knows where the obliques are located due to her interest in Suzanne Summers workout videos, some of which "targeted the oblique muscles."

J. Lam said...

The verdict is in was actually somewhat amusing.

el duque said...

They got into it on the comments section at River Ave. It's amazing how much The Master has infiltrated Yankee culture.

But these West Coast games are killers for listening.