Wednesday, August 6, 2014
Posted by el duque at 7:34 AM
And they booed him.
Shows what I know about Yankee fans.
Last night, the paying customers greeted Joba Chamberlain with the kind of negativity deserved for players who walk out on us - not those to whom we show the door. Robbie took the money and ran (as opposed to jogging.) I'll never forgive him for not wanting to be a lifetime Yankee, for chasing a few extra zeros in a meaningless number. Joba had no choice. The Steinbrenners, the Gammonites, and the whole peanut gallery of brown-nosing, same-thinking YES golfers... everyone was done with him. I thought it was a bad move, letting Joba go, but I certainly understood. We all did.
Listen: It's a bad sign when players must leave the Yankees to find themselves. I'm thinking Joba, Kennedy, Hughes, Austin Jackson, Phil Coke, a few others, who could have helped this franchise. One hallmark of the great Torre teams was the way they salvaged players who had been discarded - even dissed - by old teams. Daryl Strawberry came back. So did Dwight Gooden. David Wells, Wade Boggs, Roger Clemens. They'd get booed in their old stadiums, but they did right by us.
Ahh, but that Yankee legacy boat sailed about 10 years ago. These days, we're lucky if newcomers give us 80 percent of their previous output. We're still waiting for Brian McCann and Carlos Beltran. And lately, we're wondering if they'll ever show up.
When I saw Joba out there last night, my heart sank. I knew we would not score on him. He was not going to give up the winning run. Let the record show that on the one day Brian Cashman chose to play cheapie - letting Matt Thornton walk to save a few pennies - his replacement dished up the winning HR. He was like a bad penny, Thornton. He sucked all season, but lately showed life. Who wants to bet he doesn't pitch well for Washington? And if he ever returns to Yankee Stadium - well - we know how he'll be greeted.
Last night felt like five losses combined into one.
If there's a legacy of the 2014 Yankees, it's that our losses come like grapes, in big juicy clusters. We needed last night's game. But they got the big HR, and we merely registered our discontent - by booing the wrong guy.
Yep. Last night, we booed Bilbo Baggins, Hoss Cartwright, Uncle Buck, Tommy Boy and our prodigal son. We booed Joba. Bad juju, Yankiverse. Bad juju. Don't think the gods don't notice.