FIFTY THOUSAND MOONS
Thursday, October 1, 2015
Posted by el duque at 7:34 AM
What a disaster. This should be a night of celebration.
What a disaster.
Other teams are making their final drive - the Redsocks look like next year's Blue Jays - while the old, tired and bloated Yankees drunkenly backpedal, watching the scoreboard and praying to be saved by the bell.
If the season lasted another week, we'd fall out of it altogether.
What a disaster.
Last night, waiting for the Yankees to lose, I had the creeping sense that the entire season was just a practical joke. Brett Gardner comes up in the 11th, and they flash his batting average: .261. Two sixty one? Dear God, what happened to this guy? Two sixty one? He made the all-star team. He was chasing .300. Two sixty one? And with the bases loaded, Gardner swings at the first pitch and hits a meek grounder to second. WTF happened to this guy?
And then there's Didi Gregorius, who goes 0-for-5. At one point, they intentionally walk Rob Refsnyder to pitch to him. Refsnyder, in his first week of playing. And it works. Didi swings at the first pitch. Poof. He's now hitting .262. Two sixty two. For the last month, we've heard nothing but superlatives about Didi - Cashman's great pickup - but across the way, the Redsocks have a future MVP at shortstop, and something tells me, the Didi Era might not be remembered for celebrations.
Then we have our two Yankees Forever - or at least three more years: Jacoby Ellsbury is hitting .261. Two sixty one? And Chase the Overthrow Headley's at .262. Two sixty two. I'm sensing a Cashmanocci numerical sequence. .261, .262, .261, .262... what comes next? Well, how about .252 - which is A-Rod's BA, and then .234, which is Brian McCann.
Have we been so corrupted by the home run that even non-sluggers swing for the fences? That's what happened to Stephen Drew, who traded 17 HRs for a career-ending batting average. (Though, as KD pointed out yesterday, by getting hurt, Drew ends the season above .200!)
Yeesh. What happened to this team? They were seven games up in July, and Cashman was going to the Hall of Fame. Now, we've done more choking than Jonathan Papelbon, and we're aimlessly watching the scoreboard, hoping to be rescued by the Cleveland Indians.
What a disaster. Iceberg, dead ahead. And this one is going to sting for a long time.