FIFTY THOUSAND MOONS
Wednesday, April 13, 2016
Posted by el duque at 7:25 AM
If last night's game had happened in September, it would be one of the great Yankee victories of 2016. As it turns out, it's the game that Brian McCann didn't break his big toe.
The juju gods have declared a cruel jihad against the otherwise jolly-looking, slug-like foot thumb:
Yankee big toes face being clipped in the cross-hairs of fate.
Last night, in the fifth, McCann fouled a ball off his big toe. It hurt like a somebitch. He spent the rest of the game fearing it was broken, an injury that could wreck his season. Just three weeks ago, the Yankees' best pitching surprise of camp, Bryan Mitchell, jammed his big toe while covering first. With luck, he'll be back in July.
WTK, juju gods? Big toes? Guys named Brian? Haven't you something more important to do?
The Yankees won last night through smart play - a crucial bunt from Didi, (our best player?) - and a lock-down bullpen. Last year, Girardi went to his best bullpen arms the way an alcoholic goes to the Jim Beam. By September, everybody was shredded. If our starters cannot get us into the seventh, it might happen again. In the meantime, let's celebrate a great April victory and hope 2016 isn't the year we get big-toed up the wazzoo.