FIFTY THOUSAND MOONS
Saturday, June 4, 2016
Posted by el duque at 7:58 AM
Sorry. I can't do this. I just can't watch. It's Groundhog Year.
Every morning, I get up, write a hate screed about Hal Steinbrenner, the Great Satan, and then begin another nightly mating dance with the Crypt-keeper to Hell. Well, I'm baked. There is no more bile to spew. My stomach is out of battery acid. I can't choke another keyboard.
The Yankees entered 2016 as an old, doddering fourth place team with a barely middling farm system and a brown nosed front office, and from there, everything has gone downhill. If there is a God, they will come in last - below the teams that have already ditched this season in pursuit of the 2017 first pick - which is the new MLB Parity Success Plan: To win, just be terrible, draft high and trade for youth. You don't have to be smart. You don't have to spend money. Just be awful. Be terrible.
Any idiot can do it. Look at the Royals, Astros, Mets, Nats, whatever - even the Redsocks. Just suck more than everyone else. But the Yankees won't. Nope. Hal Steinbrenner's delusional view goes that the Pinstriped Patriots should always gallantly chase the last open Wild Card slot, the ticket to nowhere, that even teams cuddling with .500 can dream about through late August. So here we go again... chasing shadows, and soon we will surely welcome home a first-baseman from 2009, now 36 with barbed wire knees, having been jettisoned by Cleveland and Atlanta, and we will all pretend there is hope.
Does anybody really think the 2016 Yankees is a team worth following?
I can't watch. I'm sorry. I can't listen to David Cone talk up the "youngsters" (Richard Blier) who are 29. I can't hack Paul O'Neill's faked homespun lunacy, and Michael Kay reacting as if the Trump supporting dolt is some national treasure of verbal spontaneity. It's hard to take John and Suzyn, who are calling games in a depressing daze. I think they're drinking heavily. Joe Girardi can't face reporters without getting angry. Nobody - NOBODY - can stomach this team. Nobody can talk about it without falling into a funk.
You know, I do look back on the old Yankee barf years with a certain pink charm. When I think of Horace Clarke, I wince... but I also smile. If they brought the Hoss out for Old Timers Day, I would cheer him with all my might. Same with the Danny Tartabull era of the late 1980s. But there is a difference between then and now. Back then, it was Old George's insane incompetence on display; nobody ever questioned his obsessions with winning. Now, I see Hal fingering the new stadium tax breaks, blaming the luxury taxes and pocketing the money. He's much more concerned with milking the Yankee tradition rather than extending it.
Tough loss last night. I hear the Yankees are looking to rebound, or something. Does it matter?