Monday, May 4, 2015
Good times always seem so good (so good, so good, so good...) But this could be Yogi-vu, all over again
Posted by el duque at 6:32 AM
We silenced them with A-Rod's 660th, pummeled their Cy Young candidate Joe Kelly and left their bullpen hatchet men throwing bean balls... the kind of weekend that could have driven James Taylor back to Carly Simon. Nothing should steal from our thunder. We should turn in our obnoxious Yankee fan membership cards, if we cannot smell the flowers - and the sense of Boston's desperation - of May.
I'm going to do something rotten here. Please, for your family's sake, send small children from the room. If you are on heart medication, leave this site. If you are bi-polar or have exhibited suicidal tendencies (talking to you, Alphonso), go no further. Move on. There's nothing to see.
Here are the standings from one year ago, May 3, 2014. Read it and weep.
Dear God, by the hoary hosts of Headley, we were in first. Boston was a game under .500. We may be stuck in a time-space continuum, being forced to relive the Alfonso Soriano retirement tour.
And yet... this is NOT 2014. Things HAVE changed... I think.
If this weekend teaches us anything, it is that big bad Boston might just be headed for another ugly summer. Hanley Ramirez sure whines like Manny Ramirez, but he doesn't hit like him. Pablo Sandoval may look like Big Poppy, but he's not going to smack 30 HRs. They have no Curt Schilling. They have bean ball throwers, but no Pedro. Their team revolves around the idea that Mookie Betts is a superstar... and not Jackie Bradley III.
Insert sigh here.
It's a long, long, long, long season. We've been here before. (For whatever it's worth, on May 3, 2013, the Yankees stood at 17-11, two and a half games behind the red-hot Redsocks.) Last night, ESPN booth babbler Curt Schilling - in a brief daze of lucidity - noted that the Yankees lineup hasn't suffered any major injuries... yet. He was, of course, chirping like the Redsock fan he is. But he's right.
Enjoy this while it lasts, folks. And don't look back.