Too little, too late and too bad. The Yankees dominate Detroit, accomplishing nothing.

Today, the Yankees finish pummeling  Detroit. Tomorrow, they start on 2024.

By sweeping the hapless Tigers, they would climb one more meaningless game closer to .500, supporting the illusion of progress for an organization that has shat the bed since June. The Starr Insurance Death Barge will continue to shamelessly market its past - (the Roger Maris bobblehead) - and future (the promotion of Jasson Dominguez.) 

Whatever it takes to sell tickets.

The team now occupies the mediocre middle of the 2024 draft, a selection that could be further lowered if their spending continues to be out of whack. Entering September, they had one honest hope - tanking - and now, suddenly, when nothing matters, they are winning.

Yesterday, Giancarlo Stanton homered, as if it matters. In the last two weeks, he has lifted his average to .206, as if it matters. He's gotten hot, as if it matters. 

DJ LeMahieu is on a tear, as if it matters. He has boosted his batting average to .243, as if it matters. 

Gleyber Torres is 6-for-10 in Detroit, as if it matters. (He went 0-for-8 in Tampa, when it might have mattered.) He's now up to .273, as if it matters. 

I'm sorry, folks. I'm not good with this. Actually, I do like the Yankees. I've rooted for them all my life. I accept that they're trying.

But I'm sorry: You don't get to have a big September, when all that it affects are your numbers. 

LeMahieu and Stanton, in particular, are two of the biggest reasons why the Yankees sit three games below .500. If we're supposed to cheer them toward personal glories - at this point, that's all they can accomplish - count me out. If they heat up in September, it will merely generate stats that give the illusion of a decent season. 

Nope. Cancel my subscription. When it mattered, they failed. If they have a shred of honesty, they'll continue to flounder. Next March in Tampa, I don't want to hear how they had a red hot September, raising their averages to respectability, and how we should expect big seasons. Nope. I'm sorry. The Yankees are a dumpster fire in a train wreck, from top to bottom. And they are part of it. 

So, now they're bringing up the Martian, Jasson Dominguez. After only nine games at Triple A, they are literally bringing up the kid because he's hot - as they did for Jake Bauers, Franchy Cordero and Billy McKinney. 

What are we supposed to expect? If Dominguez hits, they'll spend the winter promoting, selling tickets off his image. If he flops, well, will he be next year's Anthony Volpe? A youngster who needed an extra two months at Triple A, but was rushed to the majors? Volpe has had a rough season, made tougher by the fact that he wasn't ready in April. Did a year of playing in NYC help, or hurt? We're still figuring that out. 

Is this the new Yankee master plan? Rush them up through the system, regardless of the potential consequence - and sell, sell, sell those tickets. 

Come on, Tigers. Can you win one fucking game?