Just as Joey's jib was jiving, Gallo's gonad goes gimpy (goosing Gardy?)

As he was starting to show signs of life - 6 hits in his last 20 ABs - Joey Gallo felt a "tightness" last night somewhere between his radish patch and cabbage basket, leaving us once again to wonder what the juju gods have in mind for the 2022 Yankees. Three things:

1. The Yankees are pooh-poohing the extent of the injury. Considering their track record on poohings- remember that catcher who came in the Sanchez trade? Ben Rortvedt? we still have yet to see him - let's expect Gallo to go on the 10-day meat list and then disappear for maybe a month. 

I'm sorry to be so pessimistic, but the Death Barge long ago tossed credibility out the window, when it comes to injuries. It's not that they're evil: Much of it stems from simple denial. But whenever a Yankee strains, tweaks or pinches something - anything - expect the worst. It's the Iron Law of Pavano. 

2. Certainly, we should be able to lose a guy who is hitting .180. But with Gallo, any injury means the team will press the "RESET" button, meaning we will face another month of HR-W-Ks before deciding whether he is right for NYC. 

Don't get me wrong: I'm not saying the Yankees should punt on Gallo. He deserves a full shot at making it. But we just suffered through his rotten April, and if just as he starts to hit, his thingy starts to bark - well - who wants to do it all over again?

3. I, for one, would be delighted to see Tim Locastro get a shot in LF. Imagine it: an overachiever!  If Locastro stutters, Miguel Andujar. But both bat RH, and the Yankees - playing in a park seemingly designed for Anthony Rizzos - are a ridiculously starboard-pointing team. 

If Gallo goes out, we might see Estevan Florial (.234 with 2 HRs and 5 SB at Scranton), simply due to his lefty leanings. We should also take notice that, unless I missed something, Brett Gardner has never formally retired. 

In the meantime, let's celebrate the best record in baseball.