Close your eyes.
Take a deep breath.
Let it go.
Listen: We can rage at the stars, scream at the hillsides, throw roundhouse punches into the couch. The TV remote was made to be thrown. (Note: Do NOT hurt the TV. It's not her fault. She's been there for you all season. I know you're angry, but she did everything she could. Treat her right.)
This malaise didn't happen last night. Cashman's Cuties had zero chance of catching Toronto, having let the months of June and July roll between their legs.
Let it go.
Eight games left. Two up over Boston in the loss column, but really, only one. If they tie us, they win home field advantage. Thus, the race will roll into next weekend, against the O's. We can still botch things. It might cost us the chance to line up Max Fried for game one in the playoffs. That's what happens when you crap the bed for two months, as the Yankees did.
The season didn't roll through Will Warren's legs last night. That happened long ago.
A coupla things...
1. I think Yank fans have finally forgiven Giancarlo Stanton for not being the star they wished upon. His NYC legacy will always be marred by the injuries. But, damn, the guy hits when healthy. So, can he stay healthy?
2. Next winter, I believe the Yankees will keep either Clay Bellinger or Trent Grisham, but not both. To save money (and be cheap), they'll leave LF for either The Martian or Spencer Jones. Both Bellinger and Grisham play CF with Gold Glove capabilities. How each plays in October will dictate their futures.
3. So, the playoff rotation in a three-game series? Fried, of course, then Rodon. Then everybody in game three. Considering Cam Schlittler's troubles in early innings, I wonder if he makes the playoff roster? They can't afford a pitcher who needs two innings to get his bearings.
4. Camilo Doval has not given up a run in his last four outings. Last night, one pitch, one pop fly. He's throwing really hard. Do we dare think he's on a roll?
Donno. But this world is on fire, and tonight, summer is officially over.
Let it go.
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We all know that anything can happen in the playoffs. Life is a crapshoot and if you can just make it in there, you can be a champion. It’s not really about hard work or talent or managerial finesse. Life is a crapshoot. It’s all right there in front of us. Anything can happen. Anything can happen. Here we go. Let’s go buy some swag and give Hal some money for expensive tickets. Let’s all go buy new television sets. This is what we live for.
And if we don’t go all the way, we’ll look at all those injuries. Could you have expected anything different? Just a couple of hits gone the wrong way and a couple of missed catches and that’s the whole season. Poof! Nobody is to blame in the bus stops nowhere. Nobody is to blame. We did our best. We lay it all down on the table. We give everything to you because we know that you bleed pinstripes. Aura and mystique. They are more than just strippers in Staten Island.
The buck stops. Not the bus stops. Siri hates me.
Maybe if you bought her some flowers every now and then and maybe took her out for a macrobiotic smoothie and a movie every once in a while she’d treat you better
Two words just stepped into my head.
This two words: Cashman’s Sardine.
What the heck is that supposed to mean ?
This = These.
( a good old fashioned, all American mistake. My thumbs pressed the wrong buttons on my screened pocket computer )
Managerial finesse might not factor into the postseason equation, but managerial capability certainly does. And BaBoone is not a capable manager.
By the way, with a combined 34 errors between VolpE-6 and Jizz Chasm, the Yankees have the worst middle infield in all of baseball.
Tsk, tsk, you guys. Siri does not like you. But whether it's Siri or her cousin, Hey Google, I think we've all been here: https://youtu.be/kTefnhbg0Ig?feature=shared
All very true, Bitty. And you know, it's all there in front of us.
Unless, HOSS, you turn away really, REALLY quickly …
No doubt, our Peerless Leader is right in his prediction that Hal & Pal will force a choice between Bellinger and Grisham. I guess, in that instance, I would go for Bellinger on track record.
No question, Trent has been an incredible contributor this year. But he's still only a .238 hitter, and why is it that something tells me his incredibly power outburst this season might be...chemically assisted?
Bellinger is only a year older, a former MVP who has battle back from awful injuries to close to his old form (especially considering that his MVP season was 2019, the Year of Living Juicily).
And...don't forget: we still owe his dad for saving us from what would have been the worst loss to the Mets, ever.
30-30-34*
They're all part of the evil Borg
Not faulting him, but Grisham will go for the $$$. It will likely be his only opportunity.
Bellinger has already pocketed a pile or two and *wants* to play for the Yankees.
Which all means Ca$hole will fuck it up, sign neither, then sign an overpriced washed up guy who will need surgery.
It's what he does.
You kiddin’? I knew the division was out of reach in February
Thank you for calling out Chisolm. He is an awful defender, which the media & lightweight fans love to overlook because he is “fun” to watch.
Bellinger > Grisham
Yes Duque, but you gotta love love the piece of shit, Slater batting sixth. I guess it is in the Yankees plan for the palyoffs against leftied. In additio, two runs on three hits. The Yankees are playoff ready.
There's a lot of mediocrity in both leagues. We're one of many.
It seems like the season has become a real slog The last five or 10 years. There are a few reasons we could probably outline for that, but I’m too tired right now. This sure doesn’t feel like a race of any kind, though.
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