Sunday, May 20, 2018

It's been a long time since a Yankee lineup tilted so far to the right

Quick now, if you were an MLB manager - one of these modern, like-me-on-Facebook types, not a chaw-chompin' Stump Merrill - would you send a twitchy, oh-so-sensitive lefty starter on a suicide mission against the 2018 Yankees? I'm not talking about starting Chris Sale or Madison Bumgarner, or that $31 million-a-year tax write-off known as David Price. I'm thinking of a Kei Igawa or a Vidal Nuno, a lefty on your roster simply because he's a lefty. A "quirky southpaw," as the Gammonites might say, who is struggling like - well - like Danny Duffy, whose ERA after last night now stands at 6.88, even though lefty batters are hitting .200 against him. 

Last night, Duffy never got to see a lefty batter, and if you root for the Royals, it was like a game devised by Gina Haspel. (YEOW! TURN IT OFF!) The Yanks went full Kim Jong Un and launched five missiles against Duffy and the bullpen, and if not for the cavernous park, they'd have hit at least three more. Manager Aaron Boone played a RH lineup built for Fenway. He replaced Brett Gardner with Clint Frazier, Neil Walker with Tyler Austin, Didi Gregorius with Ronald Torreyes, and Giancarlo Tartabull with Giancarlo Stanton. Everyone hit, it was like a beer softball tournament, and guess what? Today, KC will start Eric Skoglund - yep, a lefty! - while we're countering with, gulp, Sonny Gray. Who's bringing the keg? 

Until Greg Bird returns, and Gardy heats up, and Sir Didi reverts back from Dr. Bruce Banner, Boonie's Bombers should expect to see righties in much the way that teams historically used lefties to counter the short porch in Yankee Stadium.  Right now, we see a huge LH-RH disparity with Austin and Stanton, who crush lefties. Unfortunately, because they bat RH, Frazier and Brandon Drury may spend most of 2018 in Scranton. If Billy McKinney hits, or Jacoby Ellsbury heals - (ha! that's a joke!) - either could vault into the MLB mix, as a starter or platoon. In fact, despite his wonderful appropriation as a punch line, Ellsbury could play a formidable role in the Yankee second half. I am not kidding. It could happen, simply because he's a lefty.

To be sure, this is a First World problem - and it's far less of one if Bird comes back blazing. But in a seven-game series, Houston can show us three tough righties and Dallas Keuchel, and you know what? These games right now may just be merely a prelude to that eventual ALCS. The Yanks and Redsocks are dueling for the October home field advantage and the chance to avoid that hideous one game wild card. They are playing the season for the opportunity to set their rotation for that inevitable confrontation.

It's a long way to October, and the best LH bats still look to be from within. (Can Walker keep it going?) But come July 31, Cooperstown Cashman might be looking for a lefty bopper who can play 3B or even catch, now and then. And don't expect to see more Vidal Nunos start against us. 

Saturday, May 19, 2018

In case of rain

The Weather Channel predicts "scattered strong storms" in the KC area all evening. I have to go out, which means I won't be around during any rain delay. So just in case, here's a Rainout Theater:



Does Anyone Else Feel This Way?



In the last few games, I have been shocked and horrified by the defensive inadequacy of Gleyber Torres.

He has mis-handled the ball, made mental errors, dropped pop-ups ( okay, an over the shoulder catch of a "looper" into Cf - but Derek catches it and so does Torreyes), and  made some poor throws.

Yesterday, he lost the game all by himself.

 CC had battled to get out of a dangerous situation, and induced an easy ground ball to second to end the potential nightmare.  Gleyber couldn't handle it and booted the opportunity.  This was an error one almost never sees in professional baseball.

  Another pitcher would have thrown his glove and hit himself in the face.  CC tried to weather it with professional courtesy to a teammate.  But it didn't work.  CC's pitch count for the inning went through the roof.  And, suddenly, the Yankees were behind, 3-0, rather than 1-0.

 And it is not a great feeling when you have just about " pulled off a miracle," and someone else fucks it up.  It is as if Paul O'Neal dropped the fly ball in that perfect game by Boomer Wells ( or was it Cone?), instead of securing it.  How would the pitcher react?  The game outcome likely would not have changed, but the entire atmosphere and history would have.  

So CC leaves the inning without ever being able to enjoy the reality of how well he had worked.

My point here is this;  I thought Gleyber had a reputation of being a " great glove."  The stupid commentators always allude to how smooth and confident he looks at second, as they praise him to the gods of baseball perfection.

I don't see this at all.  I did, when he first arrived.

 After last night,  I see a disaster waiting to happen.  I actually am beginning to feel relief when he makes a play that everyone makes.  This must go away.

 I want to have the same " big moment" confidence in this 21 year old that we once had in Derek.  And Derek always came through,  The bigger the moment, the more you wanted Derek involved in the outcome.  At this moment, I want Torreyes to play second.  Even Neal Walker makes that play with confidence.

Does anyone else have these trepidations?

Please convince me not to have any concern about this.  Give me the hard truth.

Or a really well-constructed lie.

Intensifying Rain.......




I won't try to sugar coat this news.

Estevan Florial is done for the year, as he will now undergo hamate surgery on his wrist.

The last guy to have this happen was Mark Texiera.

For how long did it put him on the shelf?  Was he ever able to overcome it?  Have we had a " black hole" at first base ever since?

This is really unfortunate.

The only upside is that he is unlikely to leave us in a trade package, for a worn out pitcher.

But do we now need look for another young talent who can run, hit, and catch in CF?

By the way,  speaking of CF, Jacoby had another set-back.  Let's review;  oblique strain; hip injury; plantar fasciitis; and now:  " a minor back injury."

Give the red head some reps in center.

That's what I quack.




Somebody Collapsed Under Pressure

THIS IS THE ONLY IMAGE I COULD FIND TO DESCRIBE THE PERFORMANCE OF THE YANKEES LAST NIGHT.



I apologize for the all caps.  It was a stupid mistake that I am too lazy to correct.

When I look at it I keep seeing the errors.

I keep seeing the futile swings against the air.

The poor judgement.

The lack of communication.

The effort against the worst team in baseball.

How we feel this morning.

Yikes, what a reality check after nearly 5 days of rain.

Good thing it is a long season.

No need to panic.

Didi's inexplicable collapse could be Aaron Boone's first true test

About a month ago, undetected by the YES-MO super-cameras, some disreputable juju gods secretly replaced the good-hearted Didi Gregorius with his evil twin, Doodoo. 

Frankly, that's the only explanation that makes sense for what has happened to the Yankees most popular player since Jeet morphed into Donald Trump Jr.  

Last night, the evil Doodoo went 0-4 with a hapless strikeout, dropping his average to .248 - now below Giancarlo Stanton's .261. For weeks, Didi has turned into Wayne Tolleson, a steadily shrinking bat that was spackled-over by the Yankee winning streak. But as Didi's Jumbotron stats have plummeted from the .360s to the .240s, it's impossible to ignore.

Tonight, and tomorrow, the Yankees face lefty starters, and it would seem a logical move - if not a mercy killing - to "rest" Didi against at least one. I say "rest," because the team hadn't played in three days before showing up flatfooted last night. In his rare starts, Ronald Torreyes always seems to get a big hit, and right now, Didi is a pop fly machine.

A second move could be to drop Didi a few slots in the lineup. After a dreadful start, Aaron Boone bumped Stanton down to fourth. It's only May, hard to see the Yankee lineup as a carved stone tablet handed down to Moses. 

But look: I'm not here to manage the Yankees from my Syracuse "Golden Snowball-winning" Lazy-Boy. That's Boonie's job, and it's why the brain trust chose him over the likes of Beltran and Bam Bam. I suspect Joe Girardi would be choosing to stand pat. In his Game of Thrones sense of honor and loyalty, Joe would march into the abyss with a player who has earned his trust. (But Joe seldom forgave those on the wrong side of the binders.) I'm not saying Joe was wrong. But Boone is someone else. And it's time to show how he'll help a beloved player get through a personal crisis. 

Listen: If I had the Infinity Stones, I'd get laid a few times, get the car fixed, and then focus on winning Yankee games. But right now, I haven't a clue on what to do. Somehow, Boonie needs to let Didi relax. We hoped three nights off would snap him out of the funk. It sure didn't work last night. 

Thing is, the Yankees don't need Didi to hit .365 with 40 HRs. All they need is the Didi from last year - that spidery defense and joyful clubhouse spirit. They don't need the Didi who bats third, and I'm wondering if such a role - traditionally awarded to a marquee star - is part of his problem. 

Last night, Greg Bird homered for Trenton. He is 5 for 33 in his rehab, probably a week away. If it's a lefty bat that Boone craves, Bird could fill the three hole. Regardless of whether it's Didi or his twin, the Yankee lineup will soon change. So let's see what Boone does tonight. Eventually, Didi will get back on track. But he won't be the only key player to hit a death slump this season. We're about to see how Boone manages this team. It can't always be 14-game winning streaks.

Your 1966-1974 New York Rangers

Don't know if any of you have ever been hockey fans. I suffered that addiction for a few years, when I was a kid. Now, I think there are maybe 19,000 Rangers fans in all of New York—enough to fill up the Garden for every home game, and no more.

But when I was paying attention to them, that was a pretty good team. I loved them all. The Goal-A-Game Line, with Jean Ratelle, Rod Gilbert, and Vic Hadfield. Brad Park. Eddie Giacomin, the last goalie not to wear a mask!

Terrific team. Very lovable.

Only trouble: they were never quite the best.

Every year, somebody else was just a little bit better. The Canadiens. The damned Bruins. The Flyers.

Those Rangers went through life being just—barely—second best.

I look at these Yankees, and that's what I see: a very nice team that will always be second best. To the Red Sox and Indians, maybe. To the Astros and Nationals, almost certainly, with their superior starting pitching.

I keep wanting this Yankees team to be the 1998 Yanks. But they're not. In part because they don't have a Derek Jeter or a Paul O'Neill, with that fire to just not lose. In part because they have no pitching.

So here's my outside-the-box plan: break them up. Now. When the going is good.

Specifically, I'm thinking Sanchez and Didi to the Mets, for deGrom and Syndegaard.

The human brain is a funny thing. I look at Sanchez, and I see a young Johnny Bench. Then I look at the box score, and I see he's still hitting .211, and giving up a run a game on passed balls. I love Didi. Can't imagine giving him up. Except for a guy who's hitting a hundred points higher.

Maybe we can get the Mets to throw in Amed Rosario, their own flop, to fill the shortstop hole until we can sign Manny. Maybe we have to do it with Tyler Too. I dunno.

But I'd love to pull off this deal, then sign Manny, Bryce (with that Paul-Derek fire) and Corbin in the off-season.

I doubt if we'll do anything like it. But if we don't, I see us as that Rangers team. Always juuust out of it for the next 6-8 years. Always in second place, or eliminated just short of the World Series. Been there, done that, don't want to do it again.





Friday, May 18, 2018

The Rain Continues To fall....on the Yankees


This just in:  " Yank's Estevan Florial sidelined with injury."

This is the topping to the slop cake the Yankees are putting on in KC.

Giving away a game to the worst team in baseball.

Running into each other, dropping pop-ups, booting charity hop ground balls with the bases loaded and two out.

Not driving in runs with RISP.

Start drinking heavily now and turn off the TV.

You don't want to see the rest of this.

Should There Be Clear Skies In KC......

Here is how we all shall feel....in about 9 hours:



Still wondering when they will open the cell doors.

Did some bureaucrat mis-file my papers?

Can a parole board change it's ruling?

Everything here is fucked up, so why will this work?

Who still wants to shiv me?

They said I would be released in time to :

1.  Get driven to a bar with a TV
2.  See the game
3.  Get shit-faced
4.  Eat pickled eggs and the new slim Jims.
5.  Have a salisbury steak with gravy
6.  Punch some asshole in the face
7.  Get pissed at Giancarlo for striking out with runners on second and third
8.  Try to make a date with a blonde
9.  Get thrown against the wall by her boxer boyfriend who works in the kitchen at the prison.
10. Get arrested for DC ( disorderly conduct)
11.  Miss the Yankee comeback.
12.  Wake up in county jail

They are wrong.

I will watch the game in peace and quiet.  It will be like a day at the beach.

Unless it rains.

Afre we finally free?

If we had a first-quarter All Star break, who would have made the team?

Shoot me. Basically, our thrill-addicted Yankiverse just endured three torturous days without a baseball fix, a mini-all star break, in which time stood still. Instead of wrecking their swings in a home run derby, our millionaires got to sleep in a crummy, puke-decorated airport. The break came 40 games into the season, the quarter mark, so in the grand spirit of Mel Kiper mock drafts - (NBB: Nothing But Bullshit) - it's a perfect time to elect an All Star team, thus far. If the midsummer classic - no, the mid-spring classic - were held today, here's your AL batting order (with HR, RBI, BA and - for the toddlers out there - the magical all-knowing OPS.)

rf Mookie Betts, Boston (13, 28, .364, 1.172)

ss Manny Machado, Baltimore (14, 40, .342, .901)

lf JD Martinez, Boston (13, 38, .334, 1.051)

rf Aaron Judge, NY (11, 35, .307, 1.035)

cf Mike Trout, California (12, 29, .290, 1.031)

3b Jose Ramirez, Cleveland (13, 30, .296, 1.004)

1b C.J. Cron, Tampa (11, 27, .293,.877)

2b Jed Lowrie, Oakland (9, 37, .324, .938)

c Gary Sanchez, NY (10, 30, .211, .820)

The AL starting pitcher would be Jason Verlander, Gerrit Cole or Charlie Morton, all from Houston, which is pants-pissing scary, but let's don our imaginary Depends and not get sidetracked. Instead, let's ponder the outlier in that lineup, the ninth hitter, where Gary Sanchez looks suspiciously like a Yankee fan home job. How does a .211 hitter make an all star game, even one based on Mel Kiper?

Well, according to MLB stat at-bats, the AL has three "qualifying" catchers: 



Sad, eh? Only three. Of course, the speed-crazy NL is full of catchers, right? It's the league of Buster, Yadier and Wieters, right?  

Well, here are the all-MLB "qualifiers:"



What leaps out is one of the true Yankee fuck-ups of this millennium - ignoring both the talent and the character of Mr. Francisco Cervelli, who twice went to an emergency room in a pinstriped jersey, and who might have saved us from investing $85 million on Brian McCann. (Actually, we traded Frankie for Justin Wilson, who was later converted into Mean Chad Green, so maybe it wasn't that bad.) The other cardinal sins: Letting Boston outbid us for Yoan Moncada, refusing to re-sign Russell Martin, Kei Igawa, Kei Igawa, and Kei Igawa... ah, don't get me started.

Instead, let's appreciate Gary for what he is: baseball's best catcher... arguably (which is, arguably, the greatest word in any fan's vocabulary.) At age 25, Sanchez is the most likely Yankee to heat up over the next month. He started 2018 in a deep slump. Even at .211, he leads all MLB catchers in HRs and RBIs. As for the passed balls? Yeah, it's a problem. But one reason could be that he must handle baseball's two wildest arms - Dellin Betances and Aroldis Chapman - both Ryne Duren without glasses, if not without eyes. When not putting batters into CTE brain scan protocols, they're hitting backstops in the air. Catching a 103 mph pitch in the dirt, when you called for an 93 mph slider... good luck with that. 

Let's face it: Like Melania Trump, Gary must continually learn how to block balls. But already, he is the AL's best catcher - arguably - and he's why Giancarlo Stanton ranks 48th in walks. Of all the Yankees likely to carry us through the next quarter, Gary is most scary.

What the Yankees Did in DC

Aaron Judge: No, man, I didn't go by the Supreme Court. God, that is such a stereotype! I don't even think the Court is in session. It's "the first Monday in October," dude. Get a clue!

Gary Sanchez: I was feeling a little down about the passed balls and everything, so I went out to the Rock Creek Cemetery to commune for awhile with the Clover Adams memorial there. You know, her husband, Henry Adams, put that up shortly after her death and it's just very moving, very consoling to be there. I like to do it whenever I feel low. Some guys prefer the Serenity Statue, but I think that's just a bunch of shit.

Giancarlo Stanton: I always like to go to the House of Congress. Whattaya mean there are two houses of Congress? There's the dome and that one house on the left, that's it.

Aaron Judge: If you must know, I went to the National Post Office Museum. Man, I could spend hours just staring at that Inverted Jenny. How could they make a mistake like that? Weird.

Didi Gregorius: As a titled citizen of another country, I was of course received at an official state dinner at the White House. The Big Macs were delicious!

C.C. Sabathia: Whenever I'm in Washington, I grab Gardy and we go down and picket the Capitol over our particular hobbyhorse. We march around it with our signs, chanting, 'Hey hey!/ Ho ho!/ FCC has got to go!' Someday, after push has come to shove, they'll realize we were right. Those alive to see that day will wish they had never been born.

Aaron Judge: No, man, I didn't go to the DC Appellate Court, either. Or to the Justice Department, or the FBI Museum. Jesus, why would you ask that? That's it, just fuck off!







Thursday, May 17, 2018

Misery and Boredom



Another day with no Yankee baseball.

Testing out the softness of toilet paper is about as exciting.

This is like the " all star" break, only worse.

Longer.

Meaningless.

Bad hair days.

Many delays at airports.

Boring.

The bright side?

If it rains in KC, we can all watch semi-professional bowling roll-offs in Topeka.

Mine alternative choice is to induce an opioid stupor and watch Abbott & Costello movies provided by the Mustang.

Yeesh  !

Trade a pitcher for a pitcher?

Love what the days off do for our bullpen—and for idle, rainout speculation.

Here's one:  Sonny Gray for Bumgarner?

The Giants, who aren't going anywhere anytime soon, would get a pitcher at half the price, with an extra year of control, who is popular in the Bay Area.

We get Bumgarner—assuming he's healed.

We could even throw in something from Column B. A free Hicks stick, or a Won-ton Wade for their creaky, disastrous infield.

Worth thinking about? Of course not! We have no control over this.  Still...

Yankees now killing Soccer, 84-76.



Giancarlo is on last year's MVP pace

For months now, the Yankiverse has echoed with one starkly disturbing, whispered fear: That Giancarlo Stanton's great seasons came with a team that couldn't view the pennant race without an electron telescope. After all, if a tree falls on a bear shitting a home run in the woods, does anybody count it? Last year at this time, Stanton's Marlins were already 8 games down in the fleabag NL East and sliding ever-deeper into the sinkhole of irrelevance that defines baseball in Florida, where the ghost of Anita Bryant still turns the bleachers pungent, and - come August - you're more likely to encounter a Burmese python than a fan. 
Well, here are the Stant Man's numbers, then and now:

May 16, 2017: 11 HRs, 27 RBIs, .253-.325-.521 (.846)

Today: 10 HRs, 26 RBIs, .255-.344-.516 - (.860)
Yeesh, there's almost an eerie algorithm at work here. Barring injuries, he's on course to follow up his NL MVP season - when he hit 59 HRs and drove in 132 - with similar numbers. Those stats give me the Viagra sweats. Certainly, Boston is giddy over the early season production of JD Martinez and Mookie Betts - currently 2nd and 3rd among MLB in batting average. (Our top BA, Aaron Judge, ranks 25th, with .307.) And if Mart-Mook have career years, the Redsocks will be far more explosive than in 2017, when they easily won the AL East. But neither is Stanton, and it now appears as though Giancarlo is not going to be Kemp, or Tartabull, or even Barfield... but Giancarlo.
Two nights ago, he blooped a single over first base for his 1,000th major league hit. Generally, by the time a player reaches a thousand, he has defined himself. (FWIW: Martinez has 860; Betts, 662.) But whenever a player hits New York, all bets are off. As Bonnie Raitt once said, every night, you must win over the crowd. In his first month, Stanton shat the bed, earning boos. These days, every time he steps up, his average seems to have jumped a point or two. 
He is on the verge of winning New York City.
Soon, Greg Bird will return, Didi will rise from his funk, and Aaron Hicks either will start hitting or be replaced. (Clint Frazier is waiting.) Gary Sanchez - if you disregard his 2 for 36 start of the season - is doing fine. Add Gleyber and Miguel - both pressed by Brandon Drury - and we see more firepower than any team in baseball, more than the Yankees have fielded in decades... maybe, gulp, even since 1961. (NO, I DID NOT WRITE THAT. IT JUST APPEARED ON MY SCREEN. I DID NOT WRITE THAT NUMBER.)
Last night, Chance Adams threw seven shutout innings for Scranton, struck out 10. Until now, the guy's been lost. Another outing like that, and Sonny Gray might become the bullpen long man. 
Listen: The days are growing longer. I wake up to birds chirping in the trees. Around here, we piss and moan as a matter of normalcy. But damn, it's a great time to be a Yankee fan. Giancarlo is for real. Let's enjoy this, while it lasts.

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Rainout Theater

Summing Up

Duque is, of course, correct about Harper and Manny. We don't need them. Machado should be disqualified on his name alone. After Ramirez, all Mannys should be banned from ever being a Yankee. It's a tainted moniker. Let every Manny go be Manny somwhere else.

I still think we shouldn't have taken John Carlo. We didn't need him, either. Although if he keeps hitting lefties at a .400 clip, he's a great platoon player.

Hicks is living up to my expectations. His career is an accurate expression of his ability, not that short spurt last year. Gardner in center, Frazier in left. Except when we face a lefty, and then J.C. Scranton.

Hicks should be sent to Triple A, or at least traded to the White Sox or Reds or some other cellar-dweller.

I feel bad for Brandon Drury. Talk about a comedown. The guy gets to the Yankees and is the starting third baseman, and within weeks he's getting migraines, doing rehab, and is now assigned to the minors. He's like Wally Pipp, but without the previous career.

I had to look twice before I realized that Cano is only in the fifth year of his ten-year contract. OMG. Poor Seattle. It's like he's already 41.

Suckers.

The crash of Cano is Exhibit A in why the Yanks should avoid Bryce and Manny

Years ago, after Joggy Cano sucker-punched the Yankiverse by loping off to Seattle, NBC's Jimmy Fallon set up a New York street skit where fans could tell off a cardboard cutout of the traitorous fool. The punch line: Cano abruptly stepped into view, prompting hugs and forgiveness, showing us once again that - as Captain Kirk often taught aliens, and as Rudy showed Notre Dame - we humans are a quirky, interesting species because of our capacity to love. 

(Insert gob of spit here.)

I hated that sidewalk bit. Had Fallon sprung Cano on me, I would have un-holstered my ankle shiv and jabbed the pair into red pate. I shall never forgive Cano. It's not that he chose gold over my loyalty - I never blame players for chasing money - but he was stupid. He abandoned a rare, once-in-a-generation opportunity to become a lifelong Yankee, a godlike status with nearly infinite financial advantages. He chose Seattle so he could get overpaid for one final year, age 41, when he'd be too fat and grotesque to even jog quickly, and when I think of it now, what comes to mind is, "Good fucking riddance, you ungrateful dolt." 

Imagine: A guy forsaking the chance to become a lifelong Yankee? 

Anyone that stupid, fuk'm. 

Thus, yesterday's news that Cano will miss 80 games due to a positive PED test brought for me a special moment of warmth and jubilation. There is a God! The news came one day after Jogginson broke a bone in his hand - which, by the way, I didn't celebrate. I don't wish injuries on players - (well, maybe a Pedroia here and there.) The cold reality of sports today is that injuries can wipe out any team at any time, and it has nearly destroyed my interest in the NFL. (In another era, I'd be excited about the Giants drafting Saquon Barkley; now, I just view him as a poor guy about to run into a shredder.) As strong as the Yankees look now, one outfield collision, one spate of bad elbows, and we're battling Toronto for second. 

But let me get to the point: Ten-year deals have become mutual prison sentences, and MLB stars and agents better come to grips with it. Giancarlo Stanton is damn lucky the Yankees had an open slot and a low payroll, or he could have ended up as Miami's unwanted, rented mule for life. If he continues to fail, David Price can look forward to tacks in his driveway - the ghost of Ed Whitson? - for the rest of his torturous time in Boston. The lifetime commitment cuts in both directions.

Next winter, Bryce Harper and Manny Machado will supposedly demand 10-12 year deals in the neighborhood of $40 M per season. If they can actually pull such numbers, bravo! But sincerely I hope the Yankees don't bite. In a few years, we must pay for Aaron Judge, Gleyber Torres, Luis Severino, Didi Gregorius and whomever else ascends - Andujar, Montgomery, Red Thunder, etc. - not to mention Giancarlo. If we dive into a Bryce Harper auction, beyond the outfield crunch, we will be destroying our own future flexibility. 

There is a way to build a dynasty. It starts with a core group of great Yankees, which is regularly supplemented by players who want to experience a pennant race in the world's greatest baseball market. Unlike Cano, they must appreciate a fan base of zealots who - if the wrong buttons are pushed on the street -  will unleash the justice of their ankle shivs. If Bryce or Manny want to be Yankees, there is always a way to make it happen. But if they want a commitment through 2035, well, they should look to Seattle. And good luck with that. Something tells me the Mariners might not return calls.

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Straight From the Back Page.....



There are noises from several sources that Red Thunder is headed to the big club.

Possibly joining them in DC.

What adjustment would the Yankees have to make to accommodate him?

Is it true?

Go to your local bars, order a crown royal shot and a beer, and ask the person sitting to your left if they have heard anything.

Do it now, and get back to us when you feel able.

_ Emma Bernback

It's a roofie from Robbie!


Another thing to be thankful for: He's not a Yankee.


Three tenors, anyone?

Our Amtrak Adventure to Washington will give us the chance to make a firsthand judgement about next year's possible, once-our-self-imposed-salary-cap-is-lifted big free-agent acquisition.

It's what some people have dubbed the "Three Tenors" option: signing Bryce Harper.

Is this a good idea? Or something that will just stick us with yet another stratospheric salary for the indefinite future?

Would a Yankees Bryce Harper be the Superman, 2012 rookie-of-the-year, 2015 MVP, power-hitting, cannon-throwing Bryce who leaves us all in awe? Or the frequently injured, meltdown Bryce of 2014 and 2016?

And if we do decide to go for him, what then? Do we try to trade Clint Frazier for pitching? I'd hate to see that. But if we do it...

Anyway, the Yanks are not only playing .700 ball, they have opened up their biggest lead, ever, over what the rest of the world calls football:

Yankees 82, Soccer 76.

But World Cup, like winter, is coming.

Scranton will soon field a decent MLB team

Chock with rehabbing talent, this could be next week's lineup card for the famed Traveling Wilkes-Barres of Triple A:

ss Tyler Wade
3b Brandon Drury
lf Clint Frazier

1b Greg Bird

rf Billy McKinney
dh Adam Lind
c  Kyle Higashioka
cf Shane Robinson

2b Abiatal Avelino
sp Daniel Camarena
rf Tommy Kahnle

If we figure Bird and Frazier could each belt 30 HRs in a season, that Adam Lind is good for 20, that Drury and McKinney are solid table-setters, and that we've still not seen the real Tyler Wade, you're looking at a team that could give the Orioles, Reds, Padres, Marlins and White Sox - tankers already planning for 2021 - a run for their luxury tax Mallo Cup coupons.

Add a returning Justus Sheffield, a promoted Dillon Tate and a rewired Chance Adams, and you've got the Tampa Bay Debit Rays and maybe the 19-18 crosstown Mets, give or take a rehabbing Duke Carmel or Ron Swoboda. And, holy shit! have we even contemplated the potential impact of Jacoby Ellsbury on the race for the International League Governor's Cup? The Chief could be Scranton's team captain!

Okay, the point here is that the Yankees have set themselves up with ascending talent in every position, except maybe starting pitching - but, hey, isn't that the story of human civilization? And though we shall never forgive the supreme insolence of his disastrous Sonny Gray-like deals, the man behind our resurgence is Cooperstown Cashman. Love him or hate him, he is baseball's executive of the hour. 

As we roll into the season's second quarter, let's ponder the game's biggest spenders. 



This morning, only the Angels and Yankees are leading their divisions. The Cubs are sinking, the Dodgers stink like a plate of bad clams, and the Nats are already secretly eyeing the world after Bryce Harper. We, on the other hand, have more than $20 million to piss away in contracts at the trade deadline, if we choose to hit the August 1 Bloat Buffet. And truth is, we'll probably be better off promoting from within. 

In simple terms, we are running barefoot through a field of nipples. So... a thought: How about let's enjoy this mini ecstasy trip and not fight over bullshit? I'm almost sensing an inverse relationship between the Yankees winning and the number of fights in the comments section. Without Cashman to rage at, are we predisposed to scream at each other? 

Listen: Three weeks ago, we were nearly unanimous in thinking Giancarlo Stanton might be a NYC disaster, the ex-Marlin who couldn't handle a pennant race. Now, he could be on the verge of a career year. Every time I see him come to bat, his average is up a few points. The Yankees have lost a boatload of players to injuries, yet they now lead the division. How bad is that?

Two days ago, Jogginson Cano broke a bone in his hand. He'll be unable to mosey out grounders for at least a month. Seattle has nobody to play 2B. Would the Mariners like to take a flier on Tyler Wade? They'd have to make it worth our while. He's not Nick Rumbelow. But a few 18-year-old Domingo Germans might work. 

Listen: The older I get - and I am fucking up there - the more critical it becomes to appreciate every day when your team is in first place. 

We are in first place, and I think we're going to stay there. Boston may be the second best team in baseball. But they'll have to play the one-game Wild Card. It's a helluva difference. Let's enjoy this.

Monday, May 14, 2018

Bursting from its seams, the Yankee roster needs a few tweaked gonads

Yesterday at Scranton, Clint Frazier hit his third homer in 12 games; (he's hitting .362); Brandon Drury had a double, (now .343), and Tyler Wade (up to .219) got a hit, he's ALIVE! (as is Adam Lind - .296) Down in Single-A Tampa, Greg Bird and Billy McKinney enjoyed a Sunday off; in three games, both are 2-for-8. Somewhere, Jacoby Ellsbury had a Calgon Bath Oil Beads experience, projected to return during Trump's second term, not that it matters, because it will require an asteroid strike to make room at the Inn.

For nearly a month, Yankee know-it-alls have pooh-poohed the thought of too many healthy players converging upon the 25-man, insisting that someone will tweak a carrot, creating a opening. That's still the mantra: Don't worry; something will twinge, it always does. You'd think we were scamming Geiko. But soon, maybe this week, the music will stop, and there simply won't be enough chairs.

Before continuing, let's acknowledge the Chicken Little tone of this tortured human cry: O, DEAR! TOO MANY HEALTHY PLAYERS! WHAT WILL WE DO? MWAHHH...! I get it: This is baseball's version of a First World problem. Suddenly, the Yankees are MLB's best team, and everybody who looked in danger of being replaced is now hot as hell.

Over the last seven games, the three Yankees who had been 2018's biggest flops - Brett Gardner, Giancarlo Stanton, Neil Walker - are hitting .348, .391, and .333, respectively. The Yankee who seemed most vulnerable to a Scranton demotion - Miguel Andujar - is hitting .320. Two weeks ago, the Yankiverse agreed that Walker would be waived, or Gardy dropped in the lineup, or the two last bullpen arms - journeymen AJ Cole and David Hale - be disappeared. Now, forget it.

This weekend, Cole and both did their jobs, while Domingo German reminded us how rookie pitchers are known for being erratic, and Sonny Gray - well, don't get me started on Sonny Gray. Still, suddenly, we face a roster crunch. 

I know that some of you still have a nasty streak about Aaron Hicks, whose wondrous early 2017 is now a distant memory. Hicks continues to slog - .215, though he homered this weekend. But he patrols CF well - where neither Gardy nor Frazier is the answer. Considering the Yankee offense, we can survive with a defensive CF. Surely, Hicks will get May and June to show what he can do. 

So, what happens if - gasp! - everyone gets healthy?

1. When he's ready, Greg Bird takes over 1B. That's not in doubt. Tyler Austin will be sent to Scranton or traded for whatever Cashman can get. If a platoon is needed, Walker and Austin Romine can play 1B. That's a done deal. 

2. If he keeps hitting, Frazier might force himself into the crowded outfield, platooning with Gardner or Hicks against lefties. But he won't get many chances. Who would want to start a lefty against us?

3. Drury - geez, I got nothing. Unless Andujar starts booting grounders, how can you send the guy back to Scranton? And Gleyber Torres is going nowhere.

4. Tyler Wade plays in Scranton until an injury or the trade deadline, when he becomes part of a package deal.

5. Adam Lind waits until June 1, when he can opt-out of his contract, though he's playing in his home town, and unless some team has a crying need, he might be happier biding his time, waiting for a shot.

6. McKinney needs to hit his way back to the majors. Gardner is a free agent next winter, so a LH corner outfield slot could be open. He needs to reconquer Triple A - where last year, he hit .306. 

7. Ellsbury? He can pursue a Master's Degree in Russian literature. 

And somewhere, the juju gods surely will send us a tweaked gonad. What is it that they say: Be careful what you ask for? 

Sunday, May 13, 2018

Rain Delay Theater: The Supremes & The Andrews Sisters sing each other's songs, for some reason

With added Sammy!

The Future Just Got A Little Dimmer......


On Friday, Justin Sheffield was pulled from a scheduled start at Scranton.

He had only  recently been promoted from AA Trenton.

The concern is " shoulder stiffness."

You all know what that means.

Dr. Andrews is on call.

We don't have anything more concrete to report, and the Yankees are putting forward a " brave face."

But we all know what this means.

This is not good news.

It " fattens the pot" for Cashman to deal some healthy young prospects for an aged starter.

It likely foretells surgery and a long recovery period.

Followed by uncertainty.

It is raining at the stadium.

While Waiting for the Rain to Clear



While waiting for today's rain-delayed game to start, I decided to look through other MLB news.  I was interested to see that our old friend Chase Headley was DFA'd by the Padres.


Going 6 for 52 will do that to you...not much else to say.

A Mug's Game

I guess it should be cause for general amazement that the Times actually ran a column praising the Yankees the other day. Tyler Kepner threw a few bon mots the Pinstripers' way with a piece about how many amazing, late-inning comebacks they've been putting together recently, and right on cue we had another great example on Saturday.

It does indeed speak to the team's character in many ways, and it's great to see.

But the fact remains, there is a limit to winning games this way. If I recall correctly, the 2004 Yankees  set some kind of record for come-from-behind victories.

In the end, though, it all came apart—and we should not have been surprised that it did. Winning like that on a regular basis is a mug's game. It wears your bullpen to the nub, and is not a good model for the playoffs, when you're likely to be facing the best pens in the game.

This team needs to get back to the heart of its winning streak, when the starters were turning in one excellent effort after another. Fun as this is to watch, it's not a model for the rest of the season. We need better starts, period (and yes, looking at you, Sonny-boy Gray).

Meanwhile, the Yanks have opened up their biggest lead all year over Soccer in the Grey Lady, 81-76. But the World Cup looms...



The most hopeful Yankee team in this decade

Right now, three touring rock bands - 18 people in all - are sleeping throughout my house. Most are on the floor. A few lucky ones got a couch or blow-up mattress, which is steadily losing air.

Within three hours, they will be on the road to Toronto.

I view the scene as testimony to the unstoppable power and resiliency of youth. Never bet against it. You will only lose.

For most of the last 20 years, the Yankees have bet against it, and suffered the consequences.

Not this year. The Yankees have a young lineup, and while we may carp about every loss as if it's a dagger to the chest - (that's what we do) - we are right now the luckiest fans in baseball. Yesterday, being down by four and having lost two straight, I would have felt cause to ditch the game and do some afternoon drinking. But now, even down by four in the late innings, this team can always come back. 

So let's complain about every loss, and pull out our remaining hair over the enigma of Sonny, or Dellin, or whomever dons the goat horns for a day. But savor this time, folks, because you're only young once. And right now, the Yankees are a helluva fun team to watch.

Okay, enough of this. I gotta go out and fetch three dozen bagels.
  

Saturday, May 12, 2018


That was a big Yankee win.

How Do We Get Through This?



It is the bottom of the fourth, and we are down 5-2.  This game is over for us.  No one is getting hits with runners on base ( except Oakland, of course ).  Hale has been used up. Who will give us innings?

First "three straight loss" run of the year is looming ( yesterday's loss was pivotal).    

Domingo is not proving to be another Luis Severino.  He is proving to be a relief pitcher who got lucky in his start against Boston.

Montgomery is down for 2-3 months.

Sonny is awful.  CC is 37.  Tanaka is inconsistent.

What does that suggest?

Cashman will be on the phones, and whatever remains of our farm system is back in play.

Think Sheffield.  Think Frazier.  Think Florial.

Think the worst.

It has always been the lack of pitching, but our line-up is not delivering up to potential.

 Not even close.

I have turned off the game and gone to a bar.




A Little Something For Didi.....





This box contains uncovered outfield grass, in fair territory.

It is something that Didi's line-drives today will find.

His hitless string of 0-28 goes out the window with his first at bat of the day.

Come back home, Didi.

Happy game day !

Today Is Even Bigger

 A couple of quick comments;

1.  Today's Yankee line-up has 4 starters batting between .200 and .238.

2.  Domingo Herman is named to, " stop the bleeding."

I have liked Domingo from day one.  He reminds me of a slighter Luis Severino.  Talk about opportunity and pressure?

Domingo is on a run of 6 hitless innings against Boston.

If he proves his worth today, he settles in as a Yankee starter.  Just as Montgomery did last year.

Quite a pleasant surprise.  Until he gets injured or traded.

Hope for the best.

The season skies are getting darker.  Mostly because:

Our defense is the worst.
Our offense is over-rated.
Sanchez cannot catch.
Sonny cannot pitch.
We lead the world in strikeouts.

Swinging at air is not interesting to watch.

Sonny Skies (with apologies to James "Angels of Fenway" Taylor)

He's seen fire
and he's seen Gray.
From Doug K in last night's comments...

With apologies to James Taylor, the song Sunny Skies, and anyone who ever read me advocating trading for this guy.
Sonny Gray

Sonny Gray throws for the Yankees
He doesn't know how to pitch.
He serves it over the plate or far away
We’re all in mourning
Throwing his whole career away.

He doesn’t let us down slowly.
We know we’re gonna lose in the end.
And Austin Romine non withstanding
Sonny Gray hasn't a friend.

Sonny Gray’s pitches are soaring
Over the wall in right.
I guess he just has to cry from time to time.
Everyone's scoring.
And it’s hard to win when you’re behind.

(I skipped to the end)
Looking at the baseball standings
in the morning
Looking at the trades that got away.
Wondering if where we are is worth
The things we’ve been through
Ending with a putz named Sonny Gray.

Maybe it's not 1998 again

Yesterday, Mike Axisa - River Ave's relentless human copy machine (in a good way) - compared the '18 Yankee Hall of Fame Superteam of Destiny (TM) to their 1998 counterparts. This happened in his weekly mailbag as a request from some Yank fan deliriously, pants-pissingly potted from the last two weeks. Among Mike's rulings: Gary Sanchez over Jorge Posada and Sonny Gray over Hideki Irabu - which, considering last night, is sorta like preferring lice to crabs.

Listen: I don't fault anyone for being flophouse drunk (hiccup) from the recent (hiccup) streak, week, whatever (hic). But this 1998 comparison crapola needs to stop, at least until July. You can compare positions, but teams are a different story. On May 12, 1998, Joe Torre's Yanks led the AL East by 3.5 games with a 25-7 record. (Today, they are 26-12 and tied; Boston lost last night.) Three weeks later, they'd lead the division by nearly 10. With all due respect to the last two glorious (hiccup) weeks... 

I watched the 1998 Yankees, I knew the 1998 Yankees; boys, you are not the 1998 Yankees. 

For starters, the grim underside of Gary Sanchez is that, unless he starts putting more balls into play, he is a sub-Mendoza Line catcher with shabby defense, and already one starter prefers Austin Romine behind the plate. This is not to bury Gary. I believe he is the game's best offensive catcher, and if he somehow learns pitch-blocking skills that most backstops master by Triple A, he should be the game's best catcher, period. But right now, as John tells Suzyn, Gary is scary! Not always in a good way.

Didi Gregorius is strapped into a roller-coaster unlike anything he's seen before. After winning the AL Player of the Month award, he's 0-for-29, with an average teetering toward meh-ness. Last night, with the bases loaded and one out in the eighth, he popped out to RF, and you could feel the air whoosh out of the stadium. We thought this was Didi's breakout year. Now, it could become the season that defines his ceiling. Surely, this the slump will end, but Didi's time in the three hole could be dwindling, as we look more and more to Greg Bird as the LH bat between Judge and Giancarlo.

Tyler Austin, the hero of Fenway, looks doomed. Once Bird returns, with Neil Walker performing well in utility roles, Austin will almost surely be sent to Scranton, if not traded by Cashman for some rookie league lottery tickets (which actually have yielded serviceable prospects.) In game three against Boston, Austin struck out with the bases loaded, a crushing moment in a winnable game. He simply hasn't shown swagger since the suspension for the brawl, and his time is ticking down. 

Another decision looms on Miguel Andujar, whose hits now seem to be of the infield variety. Yesterday at Scranton, Brandon Drury hit a grand slam and played both ends of a doubleheader. His migraines can't be THAT bad. I believe Andujar has a higher long-term ceiling; he looks like a young Adrian Beltre. But if the Yankees lose a few games - even if it's just a natural correction - Drury could be on the way, with Miggy returning to the mines. This team will lose some of its vigor.

Finally, Sonny Gray. What to say? Last night, he was trending on Twitter (not in a good way.) Yesterday, hours before the game, Axisa compared him favorably to the Fat Toad. The bar is rather low, I guess. But these comparisons to 1998 - (hiccup) - let's take a rain check.

Friday, May 11, 2018

Tonight Is A Crucial Contest....



Here is what I'm thinking;

1.  We just ran a gauntlet of top teams ( Angels, Houston, Cleveland, and Boston ) and did very nicely, thank you.

2.  We ran the table with comebacks and last minute heroics.  Different guys stepped up on different days.  Have we emptied the well on these Hollywood endings?

3.  The pitching seemed better than any of us could imagine.  We even lost a starter for two months and survived.

4.  There were two long winning streaks.  We easily could have won the game we lost last night.

5.  But we didn't.  And now Oakland rolls into town.

6.  This game is huge because there will be a collective sense of achievement from that 18 days of pressure, and a danger of falling into a negative run.  The danger is called " over-confidence."  The danger is thinking " all we have to do is show up, because these guys aren't that good."

7.  We have a pitcher starting tonight whom we still aren't sure of.

8.  Oakland is hungry.  They dealt us our pitcher for some nice players.  Fowler will be playing for them.  There is a lot of Karma lined up for this game.

It is a much bigger game tonight than many imagine.  A loss could put us on a bad track.  Boston isn't easily beaten by anyone, and their pitching seems much stronger than ours, despite us winning two of three.  So we don't want to drop down in the loss column.

We need a stopper to get out off this skid.

 Is Sonny that stopper?  Are we tough and resilient?

Game one of this series is the key to May.


Wow, and I thought WE were superstitious

In today's Times, Billywitz blames the Yankees' loss last night on...A-Rod.

That's right. His "article" on the game actually focuses on how A-Rod showing up with J-Lo skewed the Yankees' luck.

You know, I'm willing to agree that A-Rod seems like kind of a jerk.

The living avatar of all evil?  Mmm, not so much.

We Lost The Fight......



I just want to say that Neal Walker is now, by far, the better offensive threat at first base.

I never thought I would complement Neal Walker on anything, other than being a nice guy and taking the imminent tickets out of town with grace.

But he is a thorn, recently,  Getting key hits and Walks.

Tyler Austin, the hero of our " awakening " brawl with Boston, has not had a hit since that fight ( 0-20 I believe).  Meanwhile, their dork pitcher has helped Boston, at least once.

The league has learned that Austin is dangerous with a fast ball over the center of the plate, but can't hit his shoe with vomit if any other pitch is thrown.

He is a larger version of Tyler Wade.

Neither can hit major league pitching and, while we appreciate their contributions ( far more from Austin, due to his HRs ), it is with little sense of loss that we shall welcome their replacements.

I find it hard to swallow, but when Bird returns, Walker should be his back-up, not Austin.

Wade is already gone to dust.




Sorry Boys. Call Me If It Ever Happens Again......



I know all the Spanish Victory Ladies, from the farms and from the cities.

I know The Madrilenos and the Catalans.  The Basques and the Malagas.

I thank you for calling upon us.

We are honored to be Yankee supporters.

But we moved on when you came up short last night.

To the grotesque red sox of all creatures.  We spit on their spikes.

It is the law.

Best regards,

Senorita Ju-Ju.

Get ready for a long hot summer, with NY and Boston going to the wire

If you're ever looking for a great book about sports and culture, I heartily suggest Tim Wendel's "Summer of '68: The Season that Changed Baseball - and America Forever." You'll read about Bob Gibson in a brawl chasing racist Reds (including Pete Rose) into their own dugout, or Willie Horton standing on a car in his Tigers jersey, appealing for sanity during a race riot, or Milt Pappas, the players union rep, staring down the Cincinnati GM after the assassination of Bobby Kennedy. It will flesh-out historical events that you may have forgotten, or tried to forget. And it will be especially bittersweet this year, as we head into - well, what? - peace? war? chaos?

Okay, no politics here. But you can sense the looming cultural upheaval in the way that geologists can measure the vibrations beneath Hawaii. As Scotty would say, the matter/anti-matter pods are failing, the Diolythium crystals are cracked, and the ship, she canna take it! We've already seen blowouts and bench-clearing brawls, (and I'm not referring to baseball.) As the Yankee/Redsock rivalry played out in other memorable times - (the 1977 "Summer of Sam") - our duel with Boston will become the backdrop for a history to be rendered long after we are gone. 

We saw it last month in the first series - the fight between Tyler Austin and Joe Kelly, two minor characters, who otherwise wouldn't be remembered in the future Netflix documentary. Last night, we almost had a Steve Bartman moment, a fan snatching a HR over Aaron Judge. We stand at 3-3 - even - with 13 games left to play. Get ready. We're heading toward a September crescendo. The schedule:

June 29: Boston returns for a three-game weekend. Kids out of school, days last forever, temperatures rising, the Fourth of July weekend ahead. The Mueller investigation could be winding down, or we could be neck deep in a constitutional crisis, with protests raging and Trump preparing for his military parade down Pennsylvania Avenue. Dustin Pedroia will be back, as will be Greg Bird (instead of Austin.) By then, Andujar and Gleyber will have settled into their slots - as will Giancarlo Stanton. David Price will either be pitching or gone fishing. Who knows the fates of Brandon Drury and Clint Frazier? Will Mookie Betts still be the best player in baseball? What about Didi, who this week was the second-best shortstop on the field?

August 2: A four-game set in Boston. The trade deadline will have passed, perhaps resetting the power structure. By now, Trump's deportation policies will have - like the Yankee rookies - matured into full impact. If they work, everything will be great! If not, cities might be rather volatile places to live and work. For this weekend, though, the Yankees-Redsocks will captivate the sports cycle. Maybe we will need a diversion.

September 18: Three weeknights in NY. The mid-term elections will be near, negative ads everywhere, and kids back at schools. There will have been a few more mass shootings and God knows what else, because you can't predict baseball, Suzyn. But I'm betting one of the two teams will view these three games as do-or-die, their last shot winning the AL East. This could be the most important series of 2018.

September 28: Last series of the regular season. Frankly, I think MLB blew it, because instead of a cataclysmic confrontation, both the Yanks and Socks will both be preparing for the post-season. One will be readying its rotation for the one-game, Bud Selig, winner-take-all Wild Card. This series won't matter. 

Early October: The playoffs. Let's face it: This would be the ultimate battle. I say "would be" because nothing is certain in a one-game wild card. But my guess is that the juju gods will want this to play out in a seven game series that goes to the edge of everything - framing what the Chinese curse-makers would call an "interesting" summer. Get ready, Suzyn. It's going to be long, hot and like nothing we've yet seen. The mountain is rumbling. The ship, cap'n, she canna take it.

A million greedy little mouths

I was talking to a doctor I know the other day about how addiction works with the brain's receptors, and calling upon my stupendous lode of medical knowledge, ventured:

"So, it's like the more you hit the pleasure receptors with something, the more they want of it, right?"

No, my doctor friend told me, it's not just that the receptors aren't satisfied until they get more. It's that the brain actually creates MORE receptors.

After that, all I could picture was all those new receptors, popping up like so many toadstools after a rain, looking to lap up more Woodford Reserve, burger grease, cheesecake, or any of the other loathsome, unnatural, utterly indispensable substances I stuff into my body.

I pictured it like a million greedy little mouths, just wanting more and more.

That's how I feel at the end of a great winning streak. You know it has to end sometime, and you know you should be satisfied. But it still leaves you feeling bad.

All those greedy little mouths, saying, "More...more...more..."

Thursday, May 10, 2018

Rusty Tipple Redux

A good friend who is an amazing researcher managed to turn up Rusty Tipple's draft registration card from World War II.

He wasn't eligible for the draft, of course, being 51 at the time we entered the war.  But we learn from this that he did have a wife named Pearl.

From his printing it seems unlikely that he did all that much writing and apparently the Great Depression was hard on him, but Rusty was hanging in there. He lists his employer as the W.P.A. (Works Progress Administration), and relates that he is learning to be a machinist in a local training program—a skill that probably paid off all right during the war.



Call up McBroom!

It's McBroom time! Intoxicated with felony-grade, uncut juju, and - thus - speaking on behalf of Yankee fans everywhere, I hereby call upon the Yankees to bring up Ryan McBroom from Scranton and bat him third tonight. The 26-year-old OF, whom we acquired for Brigadoon Refsnyder, is hitting .260 with 2 HRs at Triple A. It doesn't matter. Tonight, the Yankiverse will settle for nothing less than an appearance from McBroom! 

WE WANT McBROOM!

By the way, tonight, let us NOT forget to continue our targeted, micro-surgical juju treatment for Brett Gardner. You don't just apply the sauce and leave him over the coals. You hover, constantly slathering him with juju, making sure he is moist and tender. A proper juju treatment requires nightly doses, at least for the first week. Remember: 

Gardy average before May 9 Juju Intervention: .198
Gardy average after May 9 Juju Intervention: .600.


Best moment from last night, not including Yankee scores: Watching J.D. Martinez run into El Chapo, who wasn't even watching, and fall on his fanny like a sack of Joe Piscarciks. Even better... he jumped up whining how he should be awarded second base, as if it mattered. Even better... the umps didn't buy it.  

Runner up: Mets batting out of order, costing possible rally. You can't make up this shit. They are now a game above .500... 2-8 over their last 10. Hard to believe that they won the monthly Tabloids races in February and April, and seemed poised to become NY's Cinderella team. Now, they're Fumble-eena. 

Second runner up: David Price - the $31 million romaine salad from Yuma, Arizona - was diagnosed with carpal-tunnel, probably from video games. How do we know this? The Redsocks are denying it. God, reading this stuff is like eating ice cream. NO COLLUSION!



Only downside yesterday: Pitching in Syracuse, fading prospect Chance Adams failed to make it through the third, yielding five runs. Last year, he looked like an over-achieving future fifth starter. This year, he's been hammered. It happened on a night when the Redsocks announced their top prospect, Jason Groome, needs Tommy John surgery.

I take no pleasure from such news. Imagine the pain of a young man whose lifelong dream is suddenly in a cast. It must remind us that, when it comes to prospects, the only sure thing is in numbers. Unless we have a wave of competing young players, we should never fool ourselves into feeling secure. For example, I happen to still believe in Tyler Wade, but the odds are growing that he will never make it with the Yankees, and that his future value is in a trade. Not long ago, we were backed up at SS. Now, Wade is slumping, disillusioned, and both Thairo Estrada and Kyle Holder are injured. Overnight, a team can go from overstocked to a bare shelf. 

As the summer unfolds, the Yankees should take a page from the New England Patriots, who are always acquiring future draft picks. And tonight, WE WANT McBROOM!

And Then There Were Eight !



Buenos dios amigos.

Keep that train a rolling !

Wednesday, May 9, 2018

That was a big Yankee win.

Good news




El Chapo hit Bradley Jr. with 2018's fastest pitch!