See Ya!

I had the game on yesterday and right in the middle, as if in a trance, I got up, grabbed a lawn chair, and went outside to enjoy the onset of the delta breeze.

I ended up watching my neighbors hose down their driveway. Not sure why they did that but it seemed very important to them.  

It was far more entertaining. 

When I finally picked the game back up after the sun went down I just kept hitting fast forward until I got to the final score. Took me less than three minutes. 

I didn't care if they won or lost much less how it happened. That was a first for me.  

Truth is, I'm pretty much done with this team. Life is too short.  

--

I'll still read the blog if only to marvel at our collective ability to say the same things in infinitely creative ways. I mean that. This blog is far more entertaining than the team itself. 

And, I guess I'll wean myself from the team by watching the MLB condensed game the next morning because I've always got seven minutes for pretty much anything, even a YouTube video on, "How to Make No Ingredient Bread." or "Things to Buy at Trader Joes in July!"

Both more entertaining and beneficial than watching the Yankees BTW. 

Bonus: The "How to Grow Potatoes in a Box!" video actually worked! Taters!

---

But I digress. 

Look, I'm sorry. I just can't do it anymore. 

Mostly, I'm sorry that Yankee ownership is so clueless and holds our fandom in such low regard that not even the opportunity to watch the best player I have seen in a lifetime of watching baseball, Aaron Judge, is enough to hold my interest. 

I'm tired of losing. Not the games per se, the Yankees win more than enough. They are not a "losing team", well, not until October anyway.  

I'm just tired of watching a team that doesn't will its way to wins. I'm tired of watching them make the same mistakes over and over and over. Listless and lifeless. They play like they are as bored as we are. 

El Duque pointed out the solo HR problem, others the lack of situational awareness. Why we should put up with any Mark Leiter Jr. appearance or any decisions made by an algorithm as opposed to what's actually taking place on the field is beyond me.  

And Then There's Boone.  

A failed sitcom name if I ever heard one. 

Maybe Gracie Cashman can play his daughter. 

Spoiler Alert, at the end of Season One she becomes engaged to Anthony Volpe and sets the wedding date for the middle of the playoffs. Hilarity ensues!

"Daaaaad you know you're going to lose in the first round anyway!"

--

I wish the Yankees the best. I wish all of you the best. We all deserve better.  

Perhaps I'll be back. 

It once took me five years to truly break up with a girlfriend. But eventually, break up we did. 

This feels like that.