Okay, call off the dogs. You won. Bastards. From now on, in this new IT IS HIGH era of YANKEES FIRST hopeful banter, I shall hereby refrain from writing anything negative about the man for whom we once traded the third top prospect in Major League Baseball, even though that person turned out to be "Ice Cream Sandwich" Montero.
Beginning Saturday when he - I won't even say the name - pitches, I will blunt my keyboard and tap out endless periods of nothingness... like this ........................................
As a Yankee fan, I wish him success. We all want good things to happen. Even if the sight of him causes me to reach for my personal bullpen phone, I shall not pick up a juju implement against him. My charms and shields will be deployed on his behalf. I personally feel he is fundamentally unqualified to be Third Yankee Starter, but the coaches have spoken. My exhaustive campaign #neverpineda failed, though I personally believe Boston covertly meddled on his behalf.
He pitches tomorrow. Mum's the word.