After 10 games, one hard Yankee conclusion emerges, and it comes at the blade of Matthew McConaughey's hunting knife.

Time is a flat circle. 

As you certainly know, in his doctrine of "Eternal Return," Freidrich Nietzsche - (hitting back at the fool, Schopenhaur) - theorized that we all repeat our lives in an endless loop across eternity, reliving our experiences forever. Some embrace the concept. Some flee in terror. 

Most famously, this concept was illustrated in an episode of True Detective, by a drunken Matthew McConaughey, with a hunting knife and can of beer. He showed that time can speed up or slow down, or do anything it fucking wants. Time can go batshit crazy - which, I believe, explains 2025, thus far.

Seriously: Is Donald Trump's Presidency really only two months in? Dear God, regardless of your politics, we're cramming lifetimes into weeks, months into minutes, decades into days. Just look at the Yankees. 

Didn't Aaron Judge start the season ice cold, then snap out? Can you remember back when Austin Wells led off? Or the torpedo bat controversy! Wasn't it last year that Carlos Carrasco became a rotation lug nut?

Weren't the Yankees running away with the AL East? (Their lead is now a half-game over Boston and Toronto.) Won't Giancarlo Stanton soon return? Has everything that's happened really been crammed into less than two weeks? 

And if time is decelerating, as it seems, can we survive the next six months? Or four years?

Right now, it's impossible to gauge this Yankee team. No matter how he looks, it's too soon to pronounce Ben Rice as an offensive replacement for Juan Soto. It's way too soon to pencil in Anthony Volpe with 30 HRs, or celebrate the rebirth of Trent Grisham. 

This is what we know - sorta - and it's not much:

1. Against good pitching, the Yankee bats go POOF. Today, they'll face baseball's best starter, Tarik Skubal. We're staggering. Two straight losses. And Gleyber's Tigers surely hate us. This icy series in Detroit won't decide anything, but it might give us a glimpse on how or whether this team can take a punch. 

2. Apparently, Carlos Rodon's most redeeming quality will be his ability to pitch through crapola outings. Yesterday, he gave up five runs, but kept going. He was still out there in the sixth, stretching his tired arm, three innings after getting toasted. This, of course, is not what we wanted from Rodon. But it's what we got. Maybe we should make peace with it, and not judge him for what he's getting paid. At least he's out there.

3. The micro sample of 2025 cannot mask one sad development: The anemic bottom third of the Yankee batting order. The drop off is glaring, and until Stanton returns, or somebody emerges, this is not a pennant winning team. Every other inning is time to make a sandwich. 

And I, for one, have seen enough. 

If time is a flat circle, I cannot take reliving this team through eternity.