For better or worse, some takeaways on the current state of Yankeekind.
1. Seems like a year since the Death Barge crapped out against Toronto. Remember...hope? The government shutdown would be solved, the Middle East would be solved, Katy Perry's quest for love would be solved, and the Jersey Giants beat the Eagles! Now? Well, Katy's still happy. Maybe Meat Loaf should have sang, "One out of four aint bad?"
2. Surely, Yank fans will root against the Dodgers. I certainly will. They are ruining baseball with their absurd spending, their cooking of the books, and their Japanese pipeline - a huge advantage over the rest of the world. But here's the rub:
It should be the Yankees doing it.
If any team is going to embody evil, it should be us. To watch Food Stamps Hal pull out his pockets and wave his empty purse at street urchins - we should at least be detested. The Japanese Babe Ruth should have played in New York, in the House That the Japanese Babe Ruth Built. But Hal always has a shiny 25 cent piece to bestow upon his face base, and here we are, once again ,on the outside, looking in.
3. How 'bout them Jersey Giants! You know, for a moment, for a sliver of a time - maybe two seconds - I thought they might win their third game in a row and actually be headed in the right direction. My bad. I'm too old for this. I drank the Skattaboo tea.
But the loss in Denver still does not beat The Fumble.
4. I suppose everyone expects the Dodgers to win. Why wouldn't you? They had so many ace pitchers this year that they literally coasted through the regular season, just planning for October. As for Toronto, I'm sorry, but Kevin Glausman is not Madison Bumgarner. It's hard to imagine they are doing this with arguably their best player - Bo Bichette - in rehab.
5. If there is any reason to root for Toronto, here's one: Don Mattingly. The only problem is that every time I see Mattingly in a Jays cap, it reminds me that the world is completely out of whack. Yesterday, Hoss wondered if we are in Hell? Damn straight.
6. I see pix of the White House being bulldozed, and I'm reminded of Yankee Stadium, 18 years ago. I don't care about the disco, the steak house and the self-flushing urinals. You cannot replace history. When I hear Trump talk about the need for a ballroom, I think of how the Yankee ownership talked trash about what was still the greatest venue in sports. Remember how they demeaned it, as they sold off every chunk of concrete? I'm sorta surprised Trump isn't auctioning off the doorknobs. (I'm sure he will, soon.)
7. One of the saddest elements of the last two weeks has been the Yankee front office congratulating itself on a winning season, and basically saying that nothing needs to change. Mike Harkey was the problem? My God, how can they not read this room?
8. I do believe the Yankees were one player away. One more measly win, and they would have taken AL East and a first-round bye, with home field advantage. One stinking, measly victory. And it all came down to Hal's refusal to open his purse last spring when, say, an Alex Bregman was politicking for a one-year, prove-himself deal. There were free agents to be had. Hal pinched his fanny pack.
9. Dodgers in four.
10. Yankees in 10. Years, that is.
11 comments:
To quote Mr Spock:
THE PAIN ! ! !
Actually, wasn't that Dr. Zachary Smith in LOST IN SPACE?
Both, El D.
Both.
Spock in the Devil in the Dark episode whilst mind melding with the Horta.
Dr Zachary Smith in Lost in Space frequently and often.
OH…..THE PAIN !
" You Bubble-headed Booby, you Garrulous Gargoyle, you Bucket of Rust!"
If only one particular person would soon end up deader than those door knobs.
“Fascinating”
One?
Asking for a friend.
Wait, gotta go. There's someone knocking on the door.
The New York Rangers scored a goal at home. There's hope...
So I'm watching the game and Springer gets up down two runs with runners on second and third and I go, "Don't pitch to Springer! Walk him." He will hit a three run HR and you will lose."
Why don't they listen? Why. Don't. They. Ever. Listen.
Got to spend some time with "Dr. Smith". He was a guest on a show I was doing for CBS. He told me he was born in the Bronx so I asked him, "If you were born in the Bronx what's with the English accent?" and he dropped into a perfect NYC accent and replied, " Cause dere ain't a lot of work for guys who talk like dis."
I also heard him call the host a "Dear boy."
From Wikipedia:
"The second of three children, Harris was born on November 6, 1914, in the Bronx, New York City, to Russian Jewish immigrants Jennie (née Buchowitsky) and Sam Charasuchin. His father worked in Manhattan's Garment District.[4] The family lived in a six-story tenement, and his mother often took in boarders to make ends meet, giving them Jonathan's room and bed and relegating him to sleep on the dining room chairs.
While there was little money for luxuries, Jonathan's father made an effort to expand his son's cultural horizons with occasional trips to see Yiddish theatre and by listening to opera on the dining room radio. Young Jonathan was enthralled. Although he could seldom afford tickets to them, Broadway plays were also an early interest.
He detested his Bronx accent, and by high school, had cultivated an English one in its place by watching British B-movies at the arts theater. He also developed interests in archaeology, Latin, romantic poetry and Shakespeare.["
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