Saturday, April 5, 2014
Posted by el duque at 6:25 AM
So have we been visited by the One Injury That Absolutely Could Not Happen: Teixeira in pain. This was the nightmare scenario, the doomsday tweak. It leaves the infield unsettled, the order compromised, and the future in dark doubt. It is now quite easy - if not our Nate Silver duty - to see 2014 as a looming Yankee meltdown, an apocalypse of Bobby Valentine proportions. Head to the lifeboats, everybody. Women and children first. We have sprung a leak.
Nearly every scenario for a Yankee 2014 resurgence involved Teixeira returning to some semblance of his former self. Now what? Kelly Johnson at 1B? That's a notch below Lyle Overbay, and Russell Canzler at Scranton is our follow-up option. Would the Yankees rescind their walking papers on Eduardo Nunez, or try to trade him for a backup first baseman? Considering that he's already been waived, what would they get? Jesus Montero? Seattle might be delighted to rid themselves of the love-handled former catching pork roll. But is he even an upgrade? Jeez, I dunno.
OK, we still seem to have starting pitching - as long as the Michael Pineda Experiment doesn't explode in the lab. We might work our way past Toronto this weekend, and we'll take April one game at a time. But God help us when we hit the meat grinders of Boston, Tampa, Texas, Detroit, et al - and the surging teams in Kansas City, Cleveland and - yes - maybe even Seattle. We just lost a cleanup hitter and replaced him with - God knows what?
Last year, injuries murdered us. They killed us, because we were an old, old, old, old team. This year, we have managed to become even older. Teixeira's injury is the first, not the last. Be afraid. Be very afraid.