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Friday, June 16, 2017

Lo! There shalt be an ending, for these are the times that try fans' souls

“It is only in our darkest hours that we may discover the true strength of the brilliant light within ourselves that can never, ever, be dimmed.”
- Doe Zantamata, author and designer of inspirational poster books - 

Damn straight.

Far, far away... in an alien world, it's all going dark. It's happening in a distant solar system, in a different time and space continuum, in a place that human-spewed juju cannot reach. It's happening in 10th innings, beyond the tentacles of Eastern consciousness, in a nightmare realm based upon our worst visions of Hell.

California.


I go to bed wondering what bad things could possibly happen, and then wake up to find it's worse than I could possibly have imagined. And then I realize...

“When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it.” 
- Henry Ford, brilliant yet racist pro-Nazi inventor -

Fuckinay.

Gary Sanchez and Aaron Hicks both left last night's game with injuries. In the locker room, they talked stoically about seeing how they'll feel today. But we know the deal. The Yankees lie about injuries. Always. It's the first thing they learn when signing a contract: "I solemnly swear to uphold the dignity and tradition of the New York Yankees and to hereby always lie when injured..." 

Two of the most important components of 2017 could vanish from our lineup or, worse, be hobbled by season-defining slumps. Meanwhile, the delicate Greg Bird has been sidelined with yet another problem paw, and the duration of Jacoby Ellsbury's concussion is taking on implications. (Head injuries = no joke.) It's all bad. All lights-out, car-won't-run, neck-pain, lost-cell-phone, cadaver-awakening-in-the-funeral bad. 

And yet...

“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life. It goes on.”- Robert Frost, poet - 

Goddamm.

Silver lining? It sucks for others, too. Last night, Boston was shut out by the Philadelphia comedy troupe of Pivetta-Neshek-&-Neris, leaving Chris Sale on the wrong end of a 1-0 score. If I were a Redsock fan, my head would be through the TV this morning. We remain two games up or - as The Master would note - three in the loss column.

Listen: We always knew this week was coming. We'd hit a succession of soul-boiling losses, coupled with a wave of injuries. This is when we learn if the Yanks are legitimate Division title contenders or just a first-half ghost ship, fated to sink within sight of the wild card. The first half of the season - game 81 is July 3 - is still three weeks away. By then, we could be in third, and everything that happened thus far could be a Fentanyl overdose hallucination, or at least just as real.

Then again...

“He knows not his own strength who hath not met adversity.”
- William Samuel Johnson - 


Hoo-yah!

In April, after Sanchez went down, Austin Romine grabbed his mitt and carried this team. He might have to do it again. Also, I remain a card-carrying supporter of Brigadoon Refsnyder - maybe the last one alive - but if Hicks misses two weeks, let Rob do the job! At least he'll do better than trading for a Brennan Boesch. I believe in this team. I fucking choose to believe.

They'll return home Tuesday - with luck, still in first. Then come the Angels, the Rangers and the White Sox. At ease, soldiers. Hold your juju. There's no sense wasting it on shadows. The fight is yet to come. Just get us home, out of that hell-hole alive.

"When you stub your toe on the coffee table, and it really fukking hurts, think of an inspirational quote and see how much good it does."
- El Duque - 

5 comments:

DutchFan said...

In a strange way I think this is a very uplifting column.
Yes, there is a saying for everything. Then there is mindfulness and yoga. Meditation. And in some civilizations masturbation also seems to be rewarding and easing the mind.

out here we use kale. Another inspirational article by El Duque hinted at that. Though it is summer now and kale seems to be somewhat out of season to the Dutch, I recommend the therapeutic value.

Long before kale was something you found in your green smoothie, it was already a much-used ingredient in the Dutch winter kitchen, where it's known as boerenkool, or "farmer's cabbage". In fact, as ubiquitous an ingredient as it is in the Netherlands, it's also one of its most seasonal, and you won't find it anywhere outside of the winter months. That's because the Dutch believe that kale is at its best after the first frost, when part of the starch in the cabbage is converted to sugars and it tastes sweeter.

Most emblematic of all is its use in this traditional boerenkoolstamppot met rookworst, which arguably could be considered The Netherlands' national dish. What is stamppot?

This is Dutch comfort cooking; mashed potatoes and curly kale, served with a Dutch smoked sausage, known as rookworst. In strictly traditional recipes, the boerenkool is boiled, but we prefer sautéing the curly kale in a little olive oil to keep its color, texture and flavor intact. You can use those bags of pre-cut curly kale or bunches fresh from the garden. If you can't find rookworst where you live (you can order Dutch products online), use Kielbasa instead.

Bon appetit and tonight we will return to winning ways.

I'm Bill White said...

I'm hungry.

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John M said...

I am so glad Dutch Fan is here.

Anonymous said...

Kale?? At least as we have grown and packaged it in the US - - ICK!! AAGH!!

No offense meant, Dutch fan, but I hate the stuff they put in salad raw, here.

Rookworst, on the other hand - - any kinda' sausage, any time, sure!! Mashed potatoes, OK too, if you pair them with sausage....

Excuse me, while i go look for a snack.

BTW, thanks again, Joey Blue-Binders, for another loss last night!! Geovanny Effing Gay-ay-Go (-away), indeed. Barf. Suddenly, I'm not hungry any more. LB (No J)