By now, you know that Aaron Judge yesterday homered off the top of the super-electro scoreboard at Steinbrenner Field, putting him in the company of the great Zolio Almonte, (currently seeking gainful employment) who twice wowed sun-frying grapefruit snowbirds on opening day of spring with long balls powered by hope.
The '17 Yankees are perfect, and if anyone sez otherwise, get in his grill and chant "HAL, HAL, HAL," until he passes out from your bad breath. With the exception of Gary Sanchez and Aaron Hicks - both of whom we know will be stars - every Yankee prospect yesterday reached base.
For the last two years, Aaron Judge has been the most important prospect in the Yankiverse, the world's biggest boom-or-bust superstar since Yahoo Serious. If he figures out MLB pitching, we'll have a Reggie in right. If he becomes Zolio Almonte, well, we face three months of anguish, followed by an ugly demotion to Scranton and then the ultimate fear: That Judge is traded to another team, where he becomes a hitter. There is no net, folks. This guy is a human Flying Wallendas act, and we will soar over the big top with him... or crash to the grounds.
Yesterday, his home run was hit so far that fans may have imagined Key Igawa still pitching. But it didn't count any more than the other HRs. And Judge also fanned, his signature move. There is no net, folks. He simply HAS to be good. There is only hope. And now is the time for it. HAL! HAL! HAL!