Dare We Think It? This looks like a Yankee year!

Alexa, write this down...

Holy crap. I'm gonna get into trouble for this. It runs contrary to every rule of negative juju. But dammitol, Alexis, at this blog, we are first and foremost  truth-tellers! You hear me, dealers in hard reality! If we see an iceberg, we yell "ICEBERG." If we see a kraken, we yell "WHAT THE FUH IS THAT?" We cannot deny what our eyes see, what our ears hear, and what our livers secrete:

Dammitol, this looks like a Yankee year! 

Yeah, I'm saying it: 2019 World Champs! How else do we read these ridiculous tea leaves? 

We lose our Didi until July, then Tulo until forever, and - poof - Gleyber just steps in as SS with LeMahieu at 2B. We lose Giancarlo, then Hicks, and - poof  -Frazier steps in. We lose Frazier and Judge, and so - poof - Mike Tauchman hits critical home runs and Camerin Maybin bats .340. We lose Andujar, and - poof - Urshela appears. We lose Severino, and - poof - here comes German. 

Dammitol, we're a half game out of first. How are we supposed to cling to our precious pessimism, when a team comes together like the 2019 Yankees? We have won 15 of 20. Fifteen out of twenty.

I know, I know... I shouldn't be writing this. No good ever comes from optimism. But last night, John Sterling couldn't help himself. After birthing an incredible winwarble - it seemed to last a 60 seconds - The Master called these Yankees an "amazing" team. He sounded 20 years younger (still retirement age.) On the sidelines, Suzyn grabbed LeMahieu (YES always gets the big star; Suzyn gets the scraps) and asked if he has ever been involved with such an incredible thing as this Yankee club? And no, of course, he hasn't! There has never been such a thing like this amazing Yankee club!

Dammitoltohell, this looks like a Yankee year. I think we're gonna win the world fukkin series! Alexa, where's the bottle opener? GAHHHHHHHHHH-(end of message)

DING. HOW  CAN I HELP YOU?