Comrades! Citizens! Dingbats!
Gone are the summer Metsies and the sunshine Coast trips. Now comes the real quest, the fight to achieve the only significant goal your New York Yankees really had a shot at from the start of this whole long, loathsome campaign:
A 31st straight winning season.
Can it be done? On the surface it seems easy-peasy lemon squeezy, as the people who sired Shakespeare like to say.
Right now, the Yanks are 54-48. With 60 games to play, that means they need only go 28-32 the rest of the way to keep alive the main excuse for Brian Cashman keeping his head. How hard can that be, considering that Toe Jam Judge is soon to return, the veterans are finally starting to hit again, Carlos Rodon is dominating Pete Alonso, German just had an off-night, Cortes will be back soon, Sevvy is finally ready and surely goodness and mercy shall follow us all the days of our lives?
Not so fast, Tondelaya.
First, the Yankees have only 26 games remaining at home, where they occasionally manage to play some semblance of baseball. The other 34 games are on the road, where they are 22-24 this year.
Worse yet, 41 of those remaining 60 games are against teams with winning records. Starting with 10 straight against Baltimore, Tampa Bay, and Houston, three teams that have taken to treating our boys like a trio of schoolyard toughs confronting Little Lord Fauntleroy.
After a brief rest stop in Chicago, the Yanks play six in Miami and Atlanta, then return for three more against Boston. I think they'll be lucky if they still have a winning record after that stretch, which ends August 20th, never mind the end of the year.
This season should have been nicely set up for our gang. Houston has stumbled, TB got out fast then fell back to the pack, Toronto spit the bit again and save for the Braves, everyone else looks extremely vulnerable.
Had a certain someone just gone out and signed Yoshida, dumped Jackie and Hicks earlier, and not traded a serviceable pitcher for a centerfielder who plays on matinee days only, the Yanks could have been sitting pretty, Toe or no Toe.
Instead, baseball reference lists them as having a 20.3-percent chance of making the playoffs, and only a 0.4-percent chance of grabbing the whole enchilada. Hey, could be worse: after last night's game, the Mets' odds for same are only 3.1-percent and 0.1-percent, respectively.
And what makes me think we will soon be looking back nostalgically on these days when we had a 1-in-5 shot to make the wild card play-in?
I never heard the term "easy-peasy" until one of my nieces marred a guy name Pease.
ReplyDeleteThe jokes at her wedding got progressively worse as the night rolled on.
Where does baseball reference come up with these crazy numbers, 20% chance of making the playoffs? That's bullcrap. It's actually about a 1 in 100 shot of making that wild card shootout.
ReplyDeleteThe Mets, who are well under .500, played the Yanks to a draw over those four games. So it turned out that the Mets's biggest problem was that they didn't play the Yanks all year long. I think all those struggling teams out there, the Tampons, the ASS-stros, as well as the BoSux just can't wait to get their dirty hands on the scrawny Yankee necks. The Bronx Bombers are going down. Everyone get your parachutes on, equipment check, first aid kit, survival knife, firesteel, full canteen, beef jerky. Depressurization complete, cabin door open. Now ... JUMP!!!
I once dated a gal named Pease. Can't remember her first name. Apparently know one else could either. Her parents and everyone who knew her called her by her last name: Pease.
ReplyDeleteThe Yankees 0.04% chance of winning the whole thing is actually pretty optimistic.
Easy peasey, squeeze some fucking lemons you smelly curmudgeon!
ReplyDeleteAm I the only one feeling ducky today or is everyone just sorta unwaveringly peachy?
ReplyDeleteSo my cousin and I were “enjoying” YES when he blurted out that Nancy Newman was hot…for one of the few times in my life I didn’t know what to say.
ReplyDeleteShe's hot. But then, at my age, even Suzyn's starting to look like quite the ravishing minx.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, I am feeling ducky. We managed to split with the Mets! Woo-hoo!
I think Alfred E. is hotter than Nancy.
ReplyDeleteHad to look up Tondelaya. Apparently a nickname from the Big Bang Theory. Or a flower. The best link was to the 1942 Movie "White Cargo" with Hedy (Not Headley) Lamarr as a jungle queen and included the following dialogue...
ReplyDeleteTondelayo : I married to you five months, and you not beat me once.
Mr. Langford : Don't be ridiculous!
Tondelayo : Awyla, please beat me. Then maybe you feel much better. Soon we make up. Much love. Many bangles.
Oy! (NOTE: The Oy is my own not part of the movie.)
Here’s one prospect that bagscum cashman won’t be trading’
ReplyDeletehttps://yanksgoyard.com/posts/yankees-rumors-top-prospect-roderick-arias-slated-for-season-ending-surgery-01h6byvns0t7
We have a prospect?
ReplyDeleteWell, he has the prospect of being a prospect.
ReplyDeleteHe's obviously a great prospect for surgery.
ReplyDeleteDid anyone else see the documentary about Yogi? His granddaughter did it. Pretty good. It brought up the fact that the Yankees weren't doing well in '64 and they were being counted out. Then they won 18 in a row and won the pennant.
I don't see how a turnaround like that can be possible with our current stumblebums. But it was a nice little story.
Ohtani is no Babe Ruth. He's just not. The Babe dominated baseball in his prime. He changed the game.
ReplyDeleteWhen Ohtani manages to complete more than one game when pitching and hits more home runs in a season than entire teams, talk to me then.
He's no Babe Ruth, but he is a damn good Ohtani. Which may be the best we can get these days. Nothing to sneeze at, but Ruth was gargantuan.
The only terrible thing about Ohtani is that he isn't a New York Yankee.
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