Let's face it: the Blue Jays are lunkheads

 

Terrific to see the boys rally to shoot down the BJ's again this week, putting them up by 6-3 in the season series so far. 

But let's face it: this is not the team we need to worry about.

The Blue Jays put the fear of the juju gods in us early last September and pummeled the Pinstripers in 4 straight at the Stadium, outscoring us by a combined 25-8. Ouch!

That series looked like men against boys, and many of us—including me, chief calamity howler in the house—were lamenting how good and young all the Toronto Juniors looked, and how deft that organization seemed to be at discovering and developing real talent, as opposed to you-know-who.

(I mean, c'mon, Coops: you couldn't even draft the right Bichette kid?)

But after that shellacking, the Birds of the North managed to go a less-than-impressive 14-9 down the stretch, dropping a return match at "home" against the Yanks and being eliminated from a playoff spot on the last day of the season.

Still, many of us thought, they are clearly the chef team of the future, with all those great young players, and once they no longer had to shuffle off to Buffalo, they would bash us around for many a year to come.

Well, I don't know about that anymore. A year later, the BJ's seem like a team that's too loose by half, inordinately concerned with styling their gorgeous, flowing locks and coordinating the celebrations of their every, fleeting triumph on the field.

I seem to remember something about them pushing guys down the dugout in a laundry cart after home runs last year—or was that the ever-contemptible Astros?—and of course there was the "home run jacket." 

(A highlight of Tuesday night's game was when second baseman Santiago Espinal had to be helped out of said jacket when the ball he hit off Hicks' glove proved to be a double—NOT a round-jacketer. Well,

haberdashery is a bitch.)

Aside from that, the Jays seem like a mostly one-dimensional team, with Sunday beer league physiques and not quite enough pitching.

Gee, who does that sound like?

That's right:  pretty much every Boston pretender from 1936-2003.  

I'm sure they'll make a terrifying run sometime this season, and maybe I'll come to regret these words.  But I doubt it.

The BJ's seem to be having much too much fun enjoying themselves to really be a threat, and unless and until that changes, I don't think they'll be a real nemesis.  

Not to say that this Yankees team will run away with anything—it won't—but I do believe that the real sting will come from those crafty Rays down in Florida.