Down in the meadow where there lived a bitty poo Swam three little fishes and a mama fishie, too "Swim!" said the mama fishie, "Swim if you can!" And they swam, and they swam all over the dam...
"Stop!" said the mama fishie or you will be lost But the three little fishes didn't wanna be bossed The three little fishes went off on a spree And they swam, and they swam right out to sea...
"Whee!", yelled the little fishes, "Here's a lot of fun We'll swim in the sea till the day is done!" They swam and they swam and it was a lark Till all of a sudden they saw a shark...
"Help!" cried the little fishes, "Gee, look at the whales!" Quick as they could they turned on their tails Back to the pool in the meadow they swam And they swam and they swam back over the dam!
And just in case Hammer didn't see this after his brilliant screed earlier:
Hammer! Please don't go away! We need brilliant diatribes like this to sustain us in the End of Days. "Rage, rage against the fading of the light."—That's us, baby!
“… Jonathan Loaisiga — the literal worst pitcher on the roster right now — on the IL with "right mid back tightness." Yeah ... sure. Interesting timing!”
Just a coinkydink I’m sure. I wish this was all they were guilty of.
I think it's time to start posting a Boone deathwatch. As the vultures circle around Cashman's office, he'll need someone to blame for this shit-mess. But firing Boone won't fix the Yankees.
Cashman needs to go and we need to divert the Alpheus and Peneius rivers to clean out the Yankee barn of everyone he hired.
Unfortunately, I don't think anyone in management gets canned after a season that began with Gerritt Cole needing inning ending surgery. Yes, the baseball has been terrible. But Big Yankee write this season off five minutes after Cole's surgery was confirmed. Even the deadline trades show that they're playing for next year, at the earliest, when the ace is back. If the acquisitions help this year, fine. If they make the playoffs, fine. But without Cole they weren't making any real moves thus year because they had reasoned it would be futile. The long slog of the season has been unpleasant,but nothing has happened that tly troubles the organization's leadership. Without Cole, 2025cwas a write off. Everything since has been trivia.
A MEETING WITH DESPAIR As evening shaped I found me on a moor Which sight could scarce sustain: The black lean land, of featureless contour, Was like a tract in pain. “This scene, like my own life,” I said, “is one Where many glooms abide; Toned by its fortune to a deadly dun— Lightless on every side. I glanced aloft and halted, pleasure-caught To see the contrast there: The ray-lit clouds gleamed glory; and I thought, “There’s solace everywhere!” Then bitter self-reproaches as I stood I dealt me silently As one perverse—misrepresenting Good In graceless mutiny. Against the horizon’s dim-descernèd wheel A form rose, strange of mould: That he was hideous, hopeless, I could feel Rather than could behold. “’Tis a dead spot, where even the light lies spent To darkness!” croaked the Thing. “Not if you look aloft!” said I, intent On my new reasoning. “Yea—but await awhile!” he cried. “Ho-ho!— Look now aloft and see!” I looked. There, too, sat night: Heaven’s radiant show Had gone. Then chuckled he.
The the official pantone color is "money grubbing green". I'm sure they could be personalized for every occasion, as long as they're all labeled forward to "HAL and Pal".
Publius, I fear you are right. Not about killing Caesar, mind, but about the Yankees. They have been planning to use the latest injuries as excuses all along, and neither Boone's nor Cashman's head will roll.
If they still look terrible next year—which they will—and the team is still this much out of control, Boone will become the sacrifice that buys Cashman a couple more years. But I dunno...
...Nothing short of Hal selling the team will help the Yankees. And the last Steinbrenner who wanted to sell was going to hand them over to the Dolans. Remember: it can always get worse.
Horace, as much as I dislike Hal I think that our anger is misplaced. The man is shelling out three hundred million. We are getting our brains bashed in by teams spending way less than a third of that. I have to wonder if The Brain isn't skimping somewhere so that he gets a bigger bonus. This has gone on for far too long.
Kevin, I hear ya. Except...why doesn't Hal then replace The Brain, after all these years of falling short? It can only make me conclude that his goal for the Yankees is not another dynasty, or even a single World Series win, but exactly what we've had: contending but falling short, every year, while the money pours in.
It will be very interesting to see if Hal is stupid enough to break up this cozy arrangement next year, by siding with this fellow owners against the players.
It’s just when he started to sob and accidentally swallowed his double bubble making it necessary for Meredith Marakovits to rush over a perform the Heimlich maneuver I started to worry about his mental health.
"Now whip it into shape Shape it up, get straight Go forward, move ahead Try to detect it, it's not too late To whip it, into shape Shape it up, get straight Go forward, move ahead Try to detect it, it's not too late To whip it, well, whip it good"
Sad eyes, turn the other way (turn the other way) I don't wanna see you cry (cry, cry, cry) Sad eyes, you knew there'd come a day When we would have to say goodbye
OH YEAH?! Well try this on: We come on the sloop John B My grandfather and me Around Nassau town, we did roam Drinking all night Got into a fight Well, I feel so broke up, I wanna go home
So hoist up the John B's sail See how the mainsail sets Call for the captain ashore, let me go home Let me go home I wanna go home, ay-yeah-ay Well, I feel so broke up, I wanna go home
The first mate he got drunk And broke in the captain's trunk The constable had to come and take him away Sheriff John Stone Why don't you leave me alone? Yeah, yeah Well, I feel so broke up, I wanna go home
So hoist up the John B's sail (hoist up the John B's sail) See how the mainsail sets (see how the mainsail sets) Call for the captain ashore, let me go home Let me go home, I wanna go home Let me go home
(Why don't you let me go?) Hoist up the John B's sail (hoist up the John B) Feel so broke up, I wanna go home Let me go home
The poor cook, he caught the fits And threw away all my grits And then he took and he ate up all of my corn Let me go home Why don't they let me go home? This is the worst trip I've ever been on
So hoist up the John B's sail (hoist up the John B's sail) See how the mainsail sets (see how the mainsail sets) Call for the captain ashore, let me go home Let me go home, I wanna go home Let me go home
Got mad weapons too, ain't tryin' to hear that Tryin' to bring down me, this champion When y'all clowns gon' see that it can't be done Understand me son, I'm the slickest they is
I'm the quickest as they is, did I say, I'm the slickest? They is So if you barking up the wrong tree we comin' Don't be startin' nothin'
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Down in the meadow where there lived a bitty poo
ReplyDeleteSwam three little fishes and a mama fishie, too
"Swim!" said the mama fishie, "Swim if you can!"
And they swam, and they swam all over the dam...
"Stop!" said the mama fishie or you will be lost
But the three little fishes didn't wanna be bossed
The three little fishes went off on a spree
And they swam, and they swam right out to sea...
"Whee!", yelled the little fishes, "Here's a lot of fun
We'll swim in the sea till the day is done!"
They swam and they swam and it was a lark
Till all of a sudden they saw a shark...
"Help!" cried the little fishes, "Gee, look at the whales!"
Quick as they could they turned on their tails
Back to the pool in the meadow they swam
And they swam and they swam back over the dam!
That left me all teary…
DeleteYou're a sensitive soul, AA.
DeleteFilet of Sole . . .
DeleteGrisham!
ReplyDeleteAnd just in case Hammer didn't see this after his brilliant screed earlier:
ReplyDeleteHammer! Please don't go away! We need brilliant diatribes like this to sustain us in the End of Days. "Rage, rage against the fading of the light."—That's us, baby!
I almost went all Dylan Thomas yesterday.
DeleteMy gut says HoG isn't gunna leave . . .
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
ReplyDeleteLooms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
Beware the Jabberwocky, my son
ReplyDeleteThe jaws that bite, the claws that snatch
Beware the Jubjub bird and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch
Jabberwock, not Jabberwocky, you stupid phone
ReplyDeleteWell, that didn't take long.
ReplyDeleteThere is an IIHIIFIIC Broom Watch for this board…
ReplyDeleteWith this team, we should call it a mop.
ReplyDeleteI'm wondering which inning Boone will get thrown out in today?
ReplyDeleteHe is due
He is on edge
His an, uh
Uhm,
You know . . . .
(can I get some help here)
(He's not His an, you stupid phone)
Delete{Wait, I'm typing on my computer.....nevermind}
DeleteIt's okay, you were trying to make a play.
DeleteJohnny Lasagna placed on the IL with “Jacoby Ellsbury disease” — we needed a roster spot, he sucks, so we’ll make up an injury to get him out of here.
ReplyDeleteyeah - letters appeared on his chest that spelled, "release me"
DeleteEnglebert Humperdinck?
DeleteFrom YGY:
Delete“… Jonathan Loaisiga — the literal worst pitcher on the roster right now — on the IL with "right mid back tightness." Yeah ... sure. Interesting timing!”
Just a coinkydink I’m sure. I wish this was all they were guilty of.
I think it's time to start posting a Boone deathwatch. As the vultures circle around Cashman's office, he'll need someone to blame for this shit-mess. But firing Boone won't fix the Yankees.
ReplyDeleteCashman needs to go and we need to divert the Alpheus and Peneius rivers to clean out the Yankee barn of everyone he hired.
Everybody's an asshole on this team.
ReplyDeleteThe IIHIIFIIC Broom Watch has been upgraded to a Warning…
ReplyDeleteTime to watch the Mets, but they're down 7-1.
ReplyDeleteAnything on TCM?
The Aaron Boone Story
DeleteUnfortunately, I don't think anyone in management gets canned after a season that began with Gerritt Cole needing inning ending surgery. Yes, the baseball has been terrible. But Big Yankee write this season off five minutes after Cole's surgery was confirmed. Even the deadline trades show that they're playing for next year, at the earliest, when the ace is back. If the acquisitions help this year, fine. If they make the playoffs, fine. But without Cole they weren't making any real moves thus year because they had reasoned it would be futile. The long slog of the season has been unpleasant,but nothing has happened that tly troubles the organization's leadership. Without Cole, 2025cwas a write off. Everything since has been trivia.
ReplyDeleteA MEETING WITH DESPAIR
ReplyDeleteAs evening shaped I found me on a moor
Which sight could scarce sustain:
The black lean land, of featureless contour,
Was like a tract in pain.
“This scene, like my own life,” I said, “is one
Where many glooms abide;
Toned by its fortune to a deadly dun—
Lightless on every side.
I glanced aloft and halted, pleasure-caught
To see the contrast there:
The ray-lit clouds gleamed glory; and I thought,
“There’s solace everywhere!”
Then bitter self-reproaches as I stood
I dealt me silently
As one perverse—misrepresenting Good
In graceless mutiny.
Against the horizon’s dim-descernèd wheel
A form rose, strange of mould:
That he was hideous, hopeless, I could feel
Rather than could behold.
“’Tis a dead spot, where even the light lies spent
To darkness!” croaked the Thing.
“Not if you look aloft!” said I, intent
On my new reasoning.
“Yea—but await awhile!” he cried. “Ho-ho!—
Look now aloft and see!”
I looked. There, too, sat night: Heaven’s radiant show
Had gone. Then chuckled he.
Exactly.
DeleteSo there is No Parole from this nightmare? I keep rolling over to go back to sleep, but . . . crap, I'm awake.
ReplyDeleteAaron Boone is a
ReplyDeleteProfessional idiot.
And the Yankees suck.
Just checked the score in the middle of yard work. Attrocious.
ReplyDeleteWould it help any if the fans started throwing green dildos at Bonehead in the dugout?
With all due respect, if they do, I'd prefer them to be bubble gum colored.
Delete'Because, you never know.
The the official pantone color is "money grubbing green". I'm sure they could be personalized for every occasion, as long as they're all labeled forward to "HAL and Pal".
DeleteThey’re in Miami, so they’re probably cheering his e dry move.
ReplyDeleteI just got in, no reason to watch this slop is there? Did Gil hurt his arm again or did he just suck?
ReplyDeleteRust.
DeleteKay the Cranium is now second guessing Boone's choices real time during the broadcast.
ReplyDeleteThey may cut his Ice Cream per diem
Goldie looks lost…
ReplyDeleteThe Yankees Lose - 14 Strikeouts - SWEPT
ReplyDeleteI’m sure Boone will plain that the boys are talented & trying their best so good things are ahead.
ReplyDeleteBest in the AL, Hinkey. Elite.
ReplyDeleteNot even worth a comment
ReplyDeleteWasn’t that a comment?
DeleteWithout Judge, there is just nothing I want to watch on this team. Nada. But...it is bringing us to new literary heights!
ReplyDeletePublius, I fear you are right. Not about killing Caesar, mind, but about the Yankees. They have been planning to use the latest injuries as excuses all along, and neither Boone's nor Cashman's head will roll.
ReplyDeleteIf they still look terrible next year—which they will—and the team is still this much out of control, Boone will become the sacrifice that buys Cashman a couple more years. But I dunno...
...Nothing short of Hal selling the team will help the Yankees. And the last Steinbrenner who wanted to sell was going to hand them over to the Dolans. Remember: it can always get worse.
ReplyDeleteHorace, as much as I dislike Hal I think that our anger is misplaced. The man is shelling out three hundred million. We are getting our brains bashed in by teams spending way less than a third of that. I have to wonder if The Brain isn't skimping somewhere so that he gets a bigger bonus. This has gone on for far too long.
DeleteKevin, I hear ya. Except...why doesn't Hal then replace The Brain, after all these years of falling short? It can only make me conclude that his goal for the Yankees is not another dynasty, or even a single World Series win, but exactly what we've had: contending but falling short, every year, while the money pours in.
DeleteIt will be very interesting to see if Hal is stupid enough to break up this cozy arrangement next year, by siding with this fellow owners against the players.
All is right with the world. Root for the Marlins! Swim fishey, swim!
ReplyDelete“We, uh, gotta all, you know…pull it out….pull it out….together’’
ReplyDeleteAfter watching Boone’s post-game Seppuku today I actually started to feel a bit sorry for him.
ReplyDeleteAA, I'd recommend laying off the hard stuff until you sober up. 🍸😶🌫️
DeleteThanks Rufus.
DeleteIt’s just when he started to sob and accidentally swallowed his double bubble making it necessary for Meredith Marakovits to rush over a perform the Heimlich maneuver I started to worry about his mental health.
Pull it together, lads. ARE WE NOT MEN)
ReplyDelete"Now whip it into shape
DeleteShape it up, get straight
Go forward, move ahead
Try to detect it, it's not too late
To whip it, into shape
Shape it up, get straight
Go forward, move ahead
Try to detect it, it's not too late
To whip it, well, whip it good"
Seems like good advice to the coaching staff.
Instead, they act like they're doing whippets.
Allow me to say that Meredith could crush the very life outta Boone's body
Deleteif the urge to do so ever overwhelmed her . . .
Sad eyes, turn the other way (turn the other way)
ReplyDeleteI don't wanna see you cry (cry, cry, cry)
Sad eyes, you knew there'd come a day
When we would have to say goodbye
Going back, back, back into the archives for some Robert John! Great catch!
DeleteHanging from the beam,
ReplyDeleteSlowly swaying (such the law),
Gaunt the shadow on your green,
Shenandoah!
The cut is on the crown
(Lo, John Brown),
And the stabs shall heal no more.
Hidden in the cap
Is the anguish none can draw;
So your future veils its face,
Shenandoah!
But the streaming beard is shown
(Weird John Brown),
The meteor of the the war.
OH YEAH?! Well try this on:
DeleteWe come on the sloop John B
My grandfather and me
Around Nassau town, we did roam
Drinking all night
Got into a fight
Well, I feel so broke up, I wanna go home
So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the captain ashore, let me go home
Let me go home
I wanna go home, ay-yeah-ay
Well, I feel so broke up, I wanna go home
The first mate he got drunk
And broke in the captain's trunk
The constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff John Stone
Why don't you leave me alone? Yeah, yeah
Well, I feel so broke up, I wanna go home
So hoist up the John B's sail (hoist up the John B's sail)
See how the mainsail sets (see how the mainsail sets)
Call for the captain ashore, let me go home
Let me go home, I wanna go home
Let me go home
(Why don't you let me go?)
Hoist up the John B's sail (hoist up the John B)
Feel so broke up, I wanna go home
Let me go home
The poor cook, he caught the fits
And threw away all my grits
And then he took and he ate up all of my corn
Let me go home
Why don't they let me go home?
This is the worst trip I've ever been on
So hoist up the John B's sail (hoist up the John B's sail)
See how the mainsail sets (see how the mainsail sets)
Call for the captain ashore, let me go home
Let me go home, I wanna go home
Let me go home
Got mad weapons too, ain't tryin' to hear that
DeleteTryin' to bring down me, this champion
When y'all clowns gon' see that it can't be done
Understand me son, I'm the slickest they is
I'm the quickest as they is, did I say, I'm the slickest?
They is
So if you barking up the wrong tree we comin'
Don't be startin' nothin'
The answer to both, A Moron.
ReplyDelete