Yesterday, in a beery summer delirium, I joked to Alphonso that the Death Barge - having crushed Boston Friday night - would probably be down by 5 in the 1st, leading to self-harm and throbbing pustules, because that's Chinatown Fenway, Jake. Of course, I was using reverse juju, predicting the worst, even though both of us were smirking, sure that had Boston square in our nutcrackers.
Yep. This year would be different. No collapse. No stress. No injuries. This year, we boast baseball's best hitting tandem, plus an airtight rotation, soon to get a Viagra boost from Gerrit Cole. This was our year, right?
Yeah, sure, uh-huh, whatever. So, what happened? You know it. We're instantly down by 3, and every time we cut their lead, they roll us back. A crumbling loss to a team that was imminently crushable and on the verge of collapse. And tonight, we can lose the series, while their frat boy fans hurl creative obscenities at us.
That zing, that dominance, we showed Friday, behind Verdugo... it can be forgotten tomorrow.
Listen... there are massive reasons to be cocks of the walk over the 2024 Yankees. I can't sit here and righteously whine about life, when our team has baseball's best record. But here's the rub:
We should be eight games up on Baltimore, not merely one in the loss column.
We've been lucky with injuries, which always lurk around the corner.
And tonight, we can fall into one of those Fenway potholes, the kind that have ruined our last 15 seasons.
How many Redsock teams were on the verge of folding, only to be revived by the defibrillating sensibility of an October-like series with the Yankees? And how many times have we floundered, just as the fan base began to believe?
It's sad to write this, but we have all been here before.
The modern Yankee trope is to fall apart, right around now.
It can happen due to injuries. It can happen due to a closer meltdown. It can happen without reason.
It's great to be baseball's best team. Really, it is. The problem? It's just June. Tonight, we should be chasing a sweep. Instead, we're trying to stave off a revived rival. There is no rest, no peace, no feelings of safety. The Orioles are coming, and we better be ready.
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she goes running for the shelter of her mother's little helper...
Anything can happen and usually does.
All the happy talk disregards the facts that:
HAL still owns the team and does not care about winning.
Bonehead is still the manager and listens to the ANALytical nerds.
The 'conditioning' (cough, cough) team is the worst in the majors and multiple year ending injuries are not only possible, but likely.
Enjoy the day all you daddy's out there.
Before I tap into the undertoe my Yankees reasoning - allow me a moment if you’d please to quote that inspirational beacon of wisdom, GOLDMEMBER by wishing each and everyone one of youze a Happy and Wonderful Fasha’s Day.
Thank you AA, same to you and all members of this worthy blog.
Rufus speaketh the truth.
It’s been a great ride so far, and I’m enjoying it, but the seeds of failure are beginning to sprout. This is not a 110 win team, so we must go through a necessary course correction.. if we’re truly thinking about October, snd not just the absurdly low bar of qualifying, then we should be thinking of what kind of team we will be putting on the field then. In the playoffs, shortcomings are magnified and good pitching with the ancillary good defense trumps all.
Having said that, let’s croak these scumbags tonight!
I'm just enjoying this until Cashman makes a couple of terrible trades in five or so weeks. At the least, he'll destroy the chemistry of the team. At the worst, he'll trade our future for some over the hiller.
With so, so many bad outcomes in between.
And Happy Father's Day to anyone who is one!
Only one game up in The All Important Loss Column. The Yanks ain't all that.
Fuck CashBrain and the damage he is planning.
It's always the same thing: not enough depth, not enough bullpen.
And yes, Happy Father's Day to all you MF's out there!
It's all coming home to roost:
Getting death threats from aggrieved gamblers, MLB players starting to fear for their safety (USA TODAY)
Major League Baseball players are receiving threats, particularly due to the rise of sports gambling. Players like Arizona Diamondbacks' Paul Sewald and Logan Allen recount receiving death threats and being followed home by enraged bettors. The MLB Players Association has pushed for stronger protections, resulting in new rules against betting-related abuse and the establishment of a safety hotline. However, the aggressive behavior fueled by gambling shows no signs of abating, with players constantly targeted by fans upset over lost bets.
Wow - JM - that's an unfortunate storyline.
BUT . . . then there's always this storyline:
https://deadspin.com/il-stay-a-high-possibility-for-dodgers-yoshinobu-yamamoto/
"Dodgered" a bullet there, fellow commentarians.
Now if only Carloss could get a life coach to help him keep his mental composure during big games weeeeeeee just might be alright.
Yamamoto told the Germans to not bomb Pearl Harbor, but they didn't listen.
At least the Robins have him locked up for 12 years.
Martian back on IL
Oh shit.
From SNY
“… Yanks manager Aaron Boone told reporters at Fenway Park that the outfielder felt something in his left side on a checked swing before he was removed from Saturday's game after six innings. He will undergo testing on Sunday.”
Sounds like am oblique, could be anything from mild to serious.
Slow and steady wins the IL rehab
Betts broken hand.
The dark swan does not only work for the Yankees.
The mook.
What annoying announcer is working the game tonight?
Is Ravetch related to Pat Sajack?
Come and Ravetch. Two good ones.
Coney and the EXTREMELY annoying Perez.
Ravetch and Olney can fall off the face of the earth as far as I care.
Cone is what I meant.
Oh no, Perez?
At least we don't have Schmutz
*Schmutz, rhymes with Putz for a reason.
Perez = almost makes you wish for Joe Morgan.
Morgan was painful. Kinda sad, too.
Judge!!!!!!! Out of the stadium
Game thread up. With my Bucky Dent brick in Fenway Pahk.
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