The Plan! The Plan!

 From the amazing HoraceClark66, (who needs a new laptop.)

On the play that lost our first battle for first place last night, I agree with everybody:

 

Yes, any ordinary first baseman—even Mike Ford!—woulda shoulda coulda had it.

 

And yes, on The Gleyber’s throw…WTF???

 

Well, anyone can have a bad game, especially in April. But yes, we should be alarmed that Gleyber, El Conquistador, has yet to drive in a run on the season, even after three games against his personal whipping boys, the Birds of Baltimore.

 

Thus far, he has looked exactly like he did through last year’s sad rump of a regular season: shaky in the field, and inexplicably bad at the plate.

 

Sure, sure give him time. But the trouble is, The Gleyber was “The Plan.”

 

Even Judge’s awesome 2017—how long ago that seems now!—came out of nowhere. The New Yankees Dynasty was going to be built around The Gleyber, the player even the Evil Genius Epstein admitted publicly that he hated to give up, a blood sacrifice necessary to finally get the Cubbies a trophy.

 

The Gleyber was going to be the shortstop of the future, in the shiny new Century of the Shortstop. He was going to make Derek Jeter look like some clanky old, retro Model T—an added bonus for Brain Cashman—with his phenomenal hitting and fielding.

 

Instead…in an MLB full of superstar shortstops, here we are looking at yet another mysterious Yankee flame-out, gone into a ditch on Sanchez Row right next to those other gorgeous, malfunctioning models:  the classic Judge, the Miggy, the, well, Ford.

 

What gives? I’d say, at this rate, pretty soon The Gleyber’s confidence, along with what’s left of his ability, though I hope not. 

 

Never forget, though, the mantra of the Brain’s would-be dynasty: Everybody gets hurt, no one gets better.