Last night, God laughed at the New York Yankees.
Pat Venditte, the guy we monitored for eight years - eight frickin' years! - go up and down, rise and fall, pitch well and never rate so much as a September cup of coffee, finally reached the big-time, while we got to witness the last dregs of Esmil Rogers' career splatter against the Angels' windshield.
Eight years, we had the guy. He could have made history as a Yankee. Eight years.
True!
ReplyDeleteAgree.
ReplyDeleteRogers looking pretty bad.
It took the ghosts of Charlie Finley to give him a debut. The Yanks ain't no Charlie Finley.
ReplyDeleteThey are suits with a checkbook. Only.
Good for the bilateral minority.