FIFTY THOUSAND MOONS
Friday, August 5, 2016
Posted by el duque at 7:25 AM
Huh? Excuse me? This is what we raised? A DH? For six years, we've heard Sanchez was learning the craft of catcher. Now, he's a DH? Like Jesus. Like Tex. Like Beltran. Like A-Rod. Like everybody. We have a lineup of DHs, and now, one more?
Of course, the reason "Sanchy" - (Girardi's nickname, ugh) - arrived at DH is none other than Brian McCann, the scariest looking Yankee. For all of Cashman's widely hailed trades this week, McCann stayed - surely due to a contract so toxic it glows in the dark . He's 32, can't outwit the over-shifts, and we have him for three more long years - at $17 million per.
Last night, McCann might have caught a glimpse of his future when peering into the dugout to see Alex Rodriguez eating sunflower seeds. Once again, Joe Girardi ignored A-Rod, despite career stats displaying an utter ownership of Bartolo Colon. Girardi is usually addicted to his binders. But not last night. Sanchez got a double and a scratch single, great. But Girardi's plan failed. McCann came up in the sixth with the Yankees down by four, with two on and one out, and a chance to change the game. He swung at the first pitch and popped up. We never challenged again. A-Rod watched, and the Yankees went down like lambs, McCann striking out in the eighth on three pitches. Oh, well...
Girardi said he dismissed A-Rod's career stats against Colon as old numbers. Well, they're old players. One clobbers the other. Surely, Colon would have pitched around A-Rod, walking him rather than face another blunt trauma. A-Rod never got a chance, and the Yankees fell.
The more it goes on, the humiliation of Alex Rodriguez carries the scent a top-down edict, a move dictated by Shallow Hal Steinbrenner, hoping to evade the final year of A-Rod's great horror deal. What better way to do it than turning the man into a giant, castrated chicken mascot: Leave him rotting on the bench until he demands a trade, or retirement, or a loaded Luger. This is, after all, hardball. Long ago, Hal's pursuits became clear: He wants to make money. And when we go to Boston next week, Hal's penny-grubbing fingerprints could be hard to ignore:
Yoan Moncada might be playing, but A-Rod surely won't. We'll have Gary Sanchez, the hot new Yankee DH.