It Is Going To Be A Long Winter

No, I have not been at a SPA in St. Petersberg, formerly of the USSR.

I work for an underground organization that specializes in aurae.  In my case, it is the too hot to handle science of negative Ju-JU.

I was on a mission in Central NY to create a 7-0 first game thrashing of you know who.  I was able to pull this off due to a hook-up with our leader, Duque, in his lair.  6000 miles were traversed to make this happen.

After the euphoria of game one, Duque immediately declared that a " sweep" was coming.  A dangerous concept to utter, much less scream to the ceiling.

On the second day, the formula fell apart, due to exigencies beyond our control.  A pattern was upended and so were the Yankees.  Following that late night debacle ( it was humiliating...they fucking wagged their fingers at us the whole game !), demands of another kind then forced me to return to LA-LA land.

So here I sit.  Having nightmares about people like Encarnacion and Sanchez ( Gary already seems like one of those old veterans who has seen glory, but no more ).

I obssess about Giancarlo Stanton's 2019 record of 142 games out, followed by one game in.  At the expense ( as Duque and Hoss have outlined ) of Mike Ford or Tyler Wade.

Then it dawned on me;  this is why Hal ( "I'm not cheap" ) Steinbrenner refused to pay Keutchel an incremental $1.5 million;  Hal was adding up the horror he created in urging the Stanton deal.

And we are one Keutchel short of having a real shot here. We do not have the pitching to win this.  Despite the rhetoric.  If Severino fails to pitch 8 innings of shut out ball, we lose.

Eventually, we will revert to the designated starter.  And someone will fall off the quay into the harbor.

I did my best and am loathe to already admit;  it wasn't enough.

The snow is coming, boys, get out your parkas.

We are the new Brooklyn Dodgers ...." Wait until next year !"