Too much time at South By Southwest, and far too many 16oz cups of frothy lager, has left El Duque in a state of benign euphoria.
He has given us a formula whereby the Yankees can win it all.
Now I love optimism as well as the next guy, but I drink alcohol for my dream sessions, not so much the frothy lagers.
So I perused his meanderings with a neat Crown Royal Reserve, and was feeling quite upbeat until I reached the part about the "help from Scranton."
If any of you have watched the spring training games, you will know that Pirela was the only hope. (Until Sabathia threw the gopher ball that he had to chase into the CF wall), that is.
But all the other guys have failed, recently, when it mattered. And "stars to be," don't do that.
Here is an example; Our top prospect, by most talking heads, is Judge…a number one pick of ours. Even the announcers yesterday ( O'neil included ) described him as a " can't miss, future star." So he comes to bat with the bases loaded and either no outs or one out, and a chance to do some damage. A single gets the Yanks back in the game.
Do something…anything…positive. He looks at a third strike.
Here is my point; when real talent gets a chance, as a youngster, they always do something positive. Derek would have banged out a single. Bernie would have driven in a run. Ellsbury would have tripled. Pete Rose would have hit an inside the park home run.
My test of Yankee "prospects" is; do they do something positive when they get a shot?
The tall, athletic, " can't miss" prospect just stood there, dumbstruck and watched the third strike paste the middle of the plate. If grades were handed oaut for the quality of an at-bat, Judge gets an "F."
Pirela would have made contact and done something positive.
None of the others ( Austin, Williams, Heathcott, Sanchez ) ever seem too, either. Though Heathcott got hit by a pitch and drove in a run.
And don't tell me about Judge's HR three weeks ago, when some guy from A ball was pitching to him.
He reminds everyone of Dave Winfield. Who should have played basketball. His claim to fame as a Yankee; Mr. May and the guy who killed the seagull in Toronto.
We have nothing to hope for from Scranton.