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Anyone watch the Yankees Yesterday?

We were shut-out.  We had no ability to deliver, to come through, to score.

That is impotence.  At every turn.

Egregious and embarrassing failure whenever the opportunity presented itself.  It is like the moment when you  finally meet a nubile, infatuated, available and interested beauty.  The timing is right.  It is just you and her in a private moment, in a private space.

And what did the Yankees do?  All day long?  They simply unzipped and came up limp. Left all the base runners on, scratching themselves, and wondering, "why am I here?"  These guys are a bunch of duds.

It got so bad, you could predict the strikeouts before they happened.

Here comes Ryan James Murphy (he hit better as RJ ) with a chance to solidify his spot on the team;  strike one ( lame swing), strike two looking, strike three ( swinging, at a ball in the dirt ). 

My favorite young dude, Jake Cave, saunters up with a hot batting average over .400. What does he do with this perfect opportunity to solidify his reputation and prospects?  He has the most lame at bat of the spring;  a huge miss on a ball in the dirt; a good look at a sweet, pulsing fastball down the middle,  capped by another flail in the dirt at what should have been ball two.  Seriously, a blind poet would have let two of those three go by for a 2-1 count.  A blind poet would have find a way to score.

 The Yankees, flush with opportunities,  just kept striking out.