What a year of pleasure and torture, of joy and despair, of artistry and crapola...
This was going to be our year, twenty-twenty four...
The best and worst moments...
Aaron Boone has brought in Cortes, ignoring Tim Hill, his best LH reliever in the postseason. On the first pitch, Ohtani lifts a foul pop fly over 3B. LF Alex Verdugo snags it on a dead run, somersaulting into the stands, a reincarnation of Derek Jeter's famous bleacher flop. He comes up clutching the ball and flinging it to the infield.
In that moment, the Vegas betting line rockets to an 81 percent chance that the Yankees will win, and every Yank fan in captivity senses victory - a game that will leave the Dodgers reeling and deflated. There is no doubt: The Yankees will win the World Series. An incredible play like this... it's a sign of destiny.
WORST: October 25, around 11:11 p.m. Eastern, World Series game one, bottom of the 10th, two outs, bases loaded, Nestor Cortes pitching to Freddie Freeman.
It's the last pitch Cortes will ever throw in Pinstripes, the last big moment for Verdugo as a Yankee, the end of hope in 2024.
The best and worst, back to back, within a minute of each other.
Happy new year.
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2024 - don't let the door hit you on the way out. Reminds me of a Sun Ra show I saw for New Year's Eve in 1983. Was it at the Squat theater? I don't remember, it was the 80s. They were already working on the 1984 New Year's chant/song and it was a good one. In fact, despite my own desperate personal circumstances at that time, I had more hope going into 83 than I do now. But the alternative, of course, is worse and I'm now grateful just to be present at another New Year's Eve. I hope to still be awake at 12 EST, but there's a good chance I'll sleep my way into the new year, as I have slept through so many other important events in my life. I am honored to be amongst you guys. And dolls... Which reminds me, I'm late to the game and finally reading Breslin's bio of Runyon. Pretty good.
The best Yankees moments of 2024 happened right here, on IIH. Bit, Duque, Alphonso, AA, BTR, Stang, Hoss, Win, Rufus, T--all of you made the year better, at least for me, and that goes for everyone who haunts these storied halls of fandom. Thanks to everyone for the intelligent commentary and especially the humor and fun that otherwise seems to be inexorably dribbling out of my life. And remember: tomorrow's just your future yesterday. He who hesitates is lunch. Hey, mambo, mambo Italiano. I don't care what people say, rock and roll is here to stay. Amen.
Have you ever had the feeling that 2024 has become a groundhog day talisman? We keep reliving the misery over and over again with one big difference: there's no happy ending here. Even at Christmas Eve old Ebenezer became transformed when he turned Tiny Tim into a great second baseman. But here in the Yankeeverse? No such luck.
This is what this franchise has become: instead of celebrating our continuing success, we will spend the rest of our lives bemoaning the failures, all the while hurling epithets at the Cerberus that leads us into another chapter of mediocrity in the new year.
Good fucking riddance 2024.
Maybe the reason Cashman didn't do the Stamford Forum reappel this year is that he has a new gig planned, descending down the New Years Eve Times BuildingTower's 135 foot flagpole wearing a diaper/2025 banner just before the ball. I'm sure it wouldn't be the first time a dropping ball hit Brian.
Moments like those are how you know the JuJu gods are real
Right back at ya, JM! Happy New Year to All!
gesundheit!
Happy New Year everyone! Thanks for the good wishes. Stay warm. Enjoy the winter. Hope springs eternal, until Boone and Cashman appear in spring training and declare victory.
It will all be downhill from there.
YES! (Not the TV network.) Very much the same to you, JM, and to all of you here at this wonderful savings & loan, uh, website. Love you all—and all of your really did make it worthwhile.
One day it's gonna end sooner than greater, to quote the very great Elvis Costello. But until that time, glad to be here.
My sincere apologies for not naming Dick Allen and Carl in my comment.
I typed it pre-coffee and the memory banks were not yet warmed up.
All of you, you know who you are, thanks for making Yankee fandom worthwhile.
Time to cue that maudlin theme sone from the "Umbrellas of Cherbourg" and ring in the New Year - MINUS Catherine Deneuve.
“It’s all now you see. Yesterday wont be over until tomorrow and tomorrow began 26 years ago. For every Yankee fan over fourteen years old, not once but whenever he wants it, there is the instant when it’s still not yet 8:45 pm on October 30th, 2024.
the fielders are in position- behind the outfield fence the bleacher creatures are ready and the furled banners are already loosened to break out and Boonie himself with his big Hello Kitty watch and his hat in one hand probably, spitting sunflower seeds and looking at the dugout phone waiting for analytics to give the word and it’s all in the balance, it hasn’t happened yet, it hasn’t even begun yet, it not only hasn’t begun yet but there is still time for it not to begin against that infield and those circumstances which made more men than Judge, Cole and Rizzo look grave yet it’s going to begin, we all know that, we have come too far with too much at stake and that moment doesn’t need even a fourteen-year-old boy to think This time. Maybe this time with all this much to lose and all this much to gain
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