That's all I got to say today.
Sunday, November 23, 2025
The road to Hell is paved with cheap Yankee ownership
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Well, Suzyn, I thank you...
That's all I got to say today.
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Dear Doug,
As for Tatis, no. You might have heard that this Grisham guy is our centerfielder. We need Bellinger in left because we know he can play there and do a good job.
Riddle me this: what do Machado and the Black Plague have in common? Right. You avoid them.
Cashman isn't addressing SS because tossing Volpe aside would be incredibly embarrassing. And saving his hollow-eyed face is more important to Cashman than winning. He might stick with Ed McMahon at third for the same reason, or because, you know, "underlying numbers" or some such twaddle.
We also need a catcher who can hit as well as catch. Don't see that happening, either. The rotation will be patchwork until Cole, Rodon and Schmidt come back. Then it will still be patchwork, but "good enough." Which goes for the bullpen, too.
Once again, we'll be playing with half a real team and the other half Cashman Follies. Whoopee.
Your pal,
JM
El Duque. Sometimes, less is more.
And sometimes, Les is Nessman.
As God as my witness, I thought turkeys could fly.
https://youtu.be/lf3mgmEdfwg
Sometimes they can….
Until they can’t…….
There's a city in my mind
Come along and take that ride
And it's alright, baby, it's alright
And it's very far away
But it's growing day by day
And it's alright, baby, it's alright
And would you like to come along?
You could help me sing this song
And it's alright, baby, it's alright
They can tell you what to do
But they'll make a fool of you
And it's alright, baby, it's alright
We're on a road to nowhere (hey)
We're on a road to nowhere (hey)
We're on a road to nowhere (hey-hey)
We're on a road to nowhere
He's a real nowhere man
Down in Tampa's nowhere land
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody
Doesn't have a point of view
Cheap as dirt and crying, too
That he's so broke and helpless, too, oh Hal...doo doo doo
Nowhere Hal, please listen
You don't know what you're missing
Nowhere Man, the world is at your command
He's as cheap as he can be
Doesn't care about victory
Nowhere Man can you see me at all?
Nowhere Man, don't worry
Just let Brian make some curry
Leave it all till somebody else lends you a hand
Doesn't have a point of view
Knows not where he's going to
Isn't he a bit like you and me?
Nowhere Man, please listen
Send Randy Levine back to prison
Nowhere Man, the world is at your command
Hal's a real Nowhere Man
Down in Tampa's nowhere land
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody
Excellent- Bit, Bit
AA,
Whenever I hear that song (even when it's sung by the voices in my head, who are tone deaf) I always think of a (car) trip in the 80's into the semi outback of far north Queensland in an open top jeep.
I pulled onto a side road to relieve myself of several Victoria Bitters. After getting all too close to a humongous termite mound-- more like a 20 foot obelisk, I got back in the jeep and road to nowhere came on the low fi radio.
I thought at the time that it was a very bad omen, and I would never be seen alive again.
Out of college, money spent
See no future, pay no rent
All the money's gone, nowhere to go
Any jobber got the sack
Monday morning, turning back
Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go
But oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to go
Oh, that magic feeling
Nowhere to go, nowhere to go
"He's as cheap as he can be
Doesn't care about victory
Nowhere Man can you see me at all?"
Lyric gold.
Should be played at the stadium instead of cotton eyed Joe
one more and then I'll stop...
Two of us riding nowhere
Spending someone's
Hard earned pay
He and Hal Sunday driving
Not arriving
On their way back home
“… that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."
Money
Go away
You get a good job with more pay and you′re okay
Money
It's a gas
Grab Mr Cash with both hands and mount his ass
New car, caviar, four star, daydream
Think I′ll buy me a baseball team
Money
Get back
I'm alright, Judge, keep your hands off of my pudge
Money
It's a hit
Don′t give me that all right in front of us bullshit
I′m in the high-fidelity first-class traveling section
And I think I need a Lear jet
Money
It's a crime
Share it fairly, but don′t take a slice of my pie
Hal is Satan
So they say
He's the root of all evil today
But if you ask for a ring
It's no surprise that they′re giving none away
Away, away, away
Away, away, away
Just go away
Saw David Byrne's new show this past week and it was one of the best concerts I have ever seen.
As always, FUCK HAL.
Preferably with the dead frozen head of Jose Altuve.
And fuck David Byrne too.
Congrats, Duque, So appropriately written.
HAHAHAHA - why David Byrne, Winny ?
Paying for Machado, especially his declining years would be a nightmare. And therefore very Cashman..
That's the kind of move that would lead us, "Miles from nowhere."
Hmmmm... from today's Yanks Go Yard
"However, Yankees play-by-play broadcaster Michael Kay just proposed a completely different idea for left field: Fernando Tatis Jr. That would require a trade with the San Diego Padres, who the Yankees just did business with for the Juan Soto deal back in 2023.
Yankees fans are naturally thrilled by Kay's suggestion, which isn't without multiple layers of reasoning. For one, Kay feels that the Yankees would be unwise to overpay Bellinger.
Michael Kay argues why the Yankees should trade for Fernando Tatis Jr. rather than re-sign Cody Bellinger"
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