FIFTY THOUSAND MOONS
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
Posted by el duque at 7:22 AM
So continue the last somber beeps on the 2016 Yankee life-support machine. Soon, it will be over, the plug pulled, the damage done, with excuses flowing like sweat rivulets on Trump's orange forehead. Between now and July, we were supposed to feast on the Rockies and terrible Twins - climb above .500 and beat our chests, before hitting actual contenders. So what happens? We score 10 runs and lose.
Beltran's tweaked his knee while sleeping. Ike Davis is our 1B. Eovaldi - who showed so much promise - has now thrown three straight clunkers. Pineda and Nova should be a roller coaster ride at Disney. Refsnyder - who might have been a valuable 2B - now is languishing at 1B, where he absolutely no future. Fans can't even print out their tickets at home. Soon, CC will pull something, and from then on, we'll be a team of background singers to A-Rod's career HR quest, which nobody gives a flying shit about, anyway. We've been lamenting how the Mets own NYC. Good grief, the Yankees are in third, below Hal's soccer club, and they're about to dip below the Rangers and Knicks, who are more out of season than sugar beets.
Soon, the YES propaganda mill will start churning crapola about the "jewels" of our farm system. We've been hearing it for 10 years. Nothing happens. We score 10 and lose. Damn, this franchise is wretched.