At times we have taken part in such rage-filled conversations.
Were this blog a book club, we'd be reading The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath.
That said, let's ignore the shallowness of last night's victory over sad Chicago. We won. That's all that matters, right? Today, let's discuss the one clear path to an October float ride down the Canyon of Heroes. Here's how it happens:
Aaron Judge and Juan Soto go on simultaneous tears, hitting multiple HRs in every game, leading us to double-digit outcomes. We win by scores of 10-9, 12-11, 15-14 - games that run six hours and end with shortstops on the mound. We've seen these games. Whenever our batting order turns around, the other team weeps. And the Yankees win. Usually, anyway.
As Jake Barnes said to Lady Brett, isn't it fun to imagine? The modern era's Ruth & Gehrig, Mantle & Maris, (Winfield & Mattingly?) marching toward Cooperstown. The greatest one-two punch in this millennium. And there they are, right next to each other in the outfield - GASP - waiting for a FUCKING POP FLY IN THE GAP?
That's right. What if the worst happens - a fly ball into CF/RF - both fielders converging at high rates of speed, the kind of collision that totals a Chrysler and - in one eternal moment, sidelines baseball two best hitters... what if they, gulp, crash?
Okay, before you get angry, I am only saying this as a way of ensuring that it doesn't happen. I mean, what are the odds that I would predict such an event? Impossible, right? Remember, I predicted Jesus Montero would be in Monument Park, and not eating an ice cream sandwich.
Right now, Judge and Soto would finish 1-2 in the AL MVP vote. Both are legitimate contenders for the Triple Crown, (though, for that to happen, Bobby Witt Jr. must slump.) Yank fans probably view Judge as the rightful MVP - he doesn't have Soto protecting him in the order - but if the Asteroid hits, here is our lineup.
Actually, no. It's this:
Yes, they won't even have Jahmai Jones, who left for Tokyo. You are gazing at a team that finishes six games below .500, somewhere between the Tigers and Pirates. And let's face it, if Judge/Soto falls, wouldn't Giancarlo's hamstring be far behind?
The moral of the story? Simple. Some players - you know who they are - must start hitting. Not just a mini-streak. They must be AL Players of the Month. They must hit .350. They must save their seasons. And they must save the '24 Yankees. Because not even the greatest twosome in modern history save float this boat. They need help.
When is Travis Ishikawa gonna be a "Name the Yankee" answer?
ReplyDeleteMaybe he’ll be at OTD ina couple of weeks.
DeleteWe’ll find out next year, what happens when there is only one of them
ReplyDeleteHey, Nestor found a team he can beat. Whoo.
ReplyDeleteWhich of these players is capable of going on a month long tear? Dominguez is batting .135 this month at SWB, little help there.
ReplyDeleteIt’s gunna be blow-out Wednesday at Guaranteed Rate Field in Chicago.
ReplyDeletePlace your weasel-loving bets on who wins and what the score is going to be.
Hello “darknees” my old friend
I’ve come to injure you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was plaguing my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of Gleyber
Was in Paul Blair and Reggie Jackson who slammed into each other on just such a fly ball?
ReplyDeleteFuck Hal.
The final verdict's not in yet...two weeks? A year? Who knows?...but if history is anything to go by, Jazz is a memory.
ReplyDeleteLet us review Cashmam's recent deadline prowess
2024, nice but nothing special acquisition likely suffers season ending injury two weeks later.
2023...nothing
2022...competent lefty starter traded for an injured glove first centerfielder (a deal almost certainly done as a hedge/leverage against the team's otherworldly superstar in offseadon FA negotiations). Centerfielder spends most of his time with Yanks hurt, is released 16 months later, signs with Meys and plays OK, all things considered. A year later, competent lefty starter leads his team to a world series title.
2021...acquisition of a twitching mass of Three True Outcomes which in the Bronx is reduced to one (K's, of course,in case you were wondering). Sticks around for too long, twitching, flailing, failing, before being mercifully (for fans) released.
That's enough. That's plenty.
Our man Cash just isn't up for this job. He's a tick or two dumber than his peers, yes, but he's also a complete fucking mush. Nothing works out for this guy. Ever. He should be thanked for his loyal service, and shown the door.
The general recovery time is 3-4 months without surgery, 6-8 with. The team will lie and distort every bit of medical news, but its a safe assumption he’s done for the year.
DeleteNot Ready For Prime Time Player Will Warren, he of the 11.17 ERA, will start tonight yielding the very real possibility that we will lose this series. Great. I’d start Will Wheaton over Will Warren.
ReplyDeleteI noticed last night that Spence Jones fell out of MLB Pipelines top 100 minor league player list. Yeah, just one publication. And how many Yankee minor leaguers that are the darlings of such publications ever amount to anything, for any team? Florial is hitting about .165. Except for THE GREAT JUDGE, the only player drafted by the Yankees to have a significant career in the past twenty-five years is Brett Gardner. And yet Yankee fans bemoan the loss of JP Sears... Almost every player on MLB Pipeline's top thirty list aren't forecast to make the club until 2026-27. A few stragglers aside. Amazing.
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