FIFTY THOUSAND MOONS
Sunday, July 31, 2016
Posted by el duque at 6:45 AM
Let Gardy go. Let Beltran go. And CC. Let's say goodbye to Ellsbury, Tex, Pineda, Eovaldi, Nova, McCann, Headley, Castro, Miller, A-Rod, I don't care, let them go, turn them out, blow it up, burn it down, I don't care, I don't care, do you understand me? I've lived and died over the Yankees for 60 fucking years, and do you understand me? I. Honestly. Don't. Care.
What we have are the last junk remnants of Hal's one-shot, checkbook 2009 championship - a move to placate his dying dad and justify the millions of taxpayer dollars that went into the new stadium. What we have is a casserole of old players who happen to wear Yankee uniforms. Is Ellsbury a Yankee or a Redsock sleeper agent? Is McCann and Yankee or a Brave in disguise? Starlin Castro - with the worst on base percentage of any 2B in the American League - is he a Yankee or Stephen Drew with makeup? Chase Headley? Gimme a break. I'd still rather see Yangervis. And don't get me started on Aaron Hicks.
Let it happen. Let them go. The trade deadline ends today. I hereby state that I'm hoping Tuesday's lineup includes Ben Gamel, Mason Williams, Tyler Austin, Luis Severino, Gary Sanchez and whatever we pick up in return for opening the gates. We might not win. But at least we will be playing Yankees. And maybe there will be a future for this boring, horrible franchise.