FIFTY THOUSAND MOONS
Saturday, September 3, 2016
Posted by el duque at 8:15 AM
Worse, we may have lost another elbow. Chad Green walked off in the second inning, grimacing in pain and embarrassment. Whenever a Yankee pitcher tweaks a thingy - even a dingy thingy - we immediately declare Defcon 5, unsheath the Bryan Mitchell Memorial Life Raft, and run around like airport travelers after a firecracker, which is a notch on the evolutionary scale below headless chickens. It was a terrible night. Absolutely terrible. In the first inning, when Green narrowly escaped his bases loaded jam, my spider sense began tingling about the game, but I assured myself that Green was a young horse who could handle the load of pitching a whole extra month. Now, yeesh: He's an MRI away from missing 2017.
(For the record: Justin Wilson, whom we traded for Green and Luis Cessa, pitched last night for Detroit and gave up three hits, not recording an out.)
(For the record II: Yoan Moncada came to bat twice in last night's Boston blowout over the A's. He walked and struck out.)
In a nutshell: We cannot leave Baltimore five down in the loss column. It would hurt to lose two out of three, but if we are swept, I'm Bogarting the bath salts. A sweep would be lethal. A sweep - I don't even want to think about it.
I hereby propose a weekend moratorium on screaming about the Yankee management and owner. A lot of shit happened over the last four years to dig this deep hole. I believe that we have finally stopped digging and are actually on an upward trajectory. But now, we face an ugly truth: We're not that good. We are one, two - maybe three years away from winning the AL East. Our lineup includes several players whose only role in that future uprising will come in trade value. We thought there might be some magic left in this season. I'm not surrendering. But the life rafts are unsheathed.