FIFTY THOUSAND MOONS
Wednesday, June 1, 2016
Posted by el duque at 7:43 AM
On the positive side? Well, no asteroids are being predicted, and we soon play Colorado and Detroit. That's our grand hope: Play the 10 teams with worse records. Of course, they will rebuild plans and in two years eat our lunches, while we chase wild cards and retire more numbers. Groundhog Days leading into Groundhog Seasons.
Listen: I realize it would do no good to fire management in the middle of June. But the question looms: How do the architects of this franchise keep their jobs?
The Yankees had the second highest opening day payroll in baseball, below the Dodgers (and above the Redsocks.) We have the 10th worst record, thanks to catastrophes such as the Braves, Reds, Diamondbacks, Padres, Brewers, Rays, Twins, Athletics, Angels and Astros - all of which field younger teams and are looking to 2018 and beyond.
We are the sixth oldest team and second fattest team - behind Washington - if ranked by weight. (217 pounds per player.)
In Scranton, our best prospect - Aaron Judge - is rapidly approaching flop status. He fans three of every 10 ABs. His average is down to .234 - (it was over .300 not long ago). Unless he improves, he might be another complete wipe out - another Slade Heathcott/Cito Culver/Dante Bichette Jr./Andrew Brackman et al. Right now, with Gary Sanchez hurt, practically every position player in Scranton is a late-20s reclamation project, and the starter most likely to join the Yankees if/when Michael Pineda drops his final 2016 turd would be Phil Coke, age 33. Phil Coke, age 33. Phil Coke, age 33...
Seriously, this is not funny. How does one achieve such a mess?