Thursday, June 4, 2015
Posted by el duque at 9:16 AM
The reason for my accelerated nastiness: I believed the window to mock Robbie will soon close. Soon, he'll go on a month-long tear, and what's the fun in ridiculing a player - even a zillionaire - when his numbers look good on the Jumbotron? You must strike when the gettin's good. Robbie has sucked this spring. Might as well go for it, while we can.
Another reason: Fans of other teams have no problem booing current Yankees who left their cities. Why can't we boo one? I'm tired of players saying how the thing they'll most miss is "the fans," yet Robbie walked away for a few meaningless numbers on a contract so large I cannot even fathom it. As Yankee fans, we carry the legacy - and maybe the guilt - of rooting for the most successful pro team in American sports. But we still have the right to boo.
That said, baseball is a business, not a game. The Steinbrenner clan banks more money in one year than Robbie probably will in 10. When Hal Steinbrenner pulls out his pockets and poor-mouths, that's when the booing should begin. And one other thing: Truth be told, it hurts to see Robbie Cano struggling.
Yesterday, something happened that caused me to wonder if we stand down with our boo bullets. Robbie smacked a single up the middle, where Didi Gregorius was situated. Two years ago, before the over-shifts, it was a hit. Now, it's an out. It's possible that, between the new defenses and Seattle's expansive stadium, Robbie will be permanently screwed: He may never again hit .320 with 25 home runs. He may never justify the mountain of cash that the hipsters of Seattle will forever resent being lavished on him.
I don't want that for him.
Robbie Cano should have been a great, life-long Yankee. Even now, he remains gracious in every interview about his old teammates and former city. He still has the gun, throwing out runners from the outfield. He still has that infectious smile. And every time I see him in a Mariners uniform, it still hurts.
I can't hide my feelings. I hope he never again hits against the Yankees. But maybe it's time to stand down. There are bigger fish to loathe. Looking at you, Papi.