1. Lost a game and series to Baltimore, a team four games below .500.
2. Were nearly no-hit by Kyle Bradish. (They eked out one hit.)
3. Didn't score.
4. Lost their ace, Max Fried, to an elbow issue. (Today, we'll learn the likely catastrophic extent of the problem.)
5. Returned Anthony Volpe to SS, where he botched a routine grounder.
6. Watched their bullpen give up four runs.
What a day. What a week. Forget the Thucydides Trap. Forget the super El Nino. All you need to know about world history, or climate change, is that the annual June Boone Swoon, a fixture in recent seasons, has arrived early.
This weekend, they play the wretched, underperforming Mets, who possess the fourth worst record in baseball. Last year, the two teams split their six game "Subway Series," spurring an existential debate - and I'm not referring to comparing the Yankees and Mets. The real question is this:
Which is worse: New York baseball (Yankees/Mets) or football (Giants/Jets?)
At least the Giants and Jets can blame the NFL's payroll cap, which lets their billionaire owners poormouth, while happily bleeding their teams. The Mets and Yankees outspend all but a handful of franchises, yet they still manage to embarrass themselves, year after year. That's world class incontinence.
I'm going with the Mets/Yanks, though it might just be PTSD from yesterday.
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Duque, that pondering question is like asking if you'd rather have Mexican water disease or crabs. They both suck maximally.
Sorry I don't have a link, but there's a beautiful clip on the interwebs of a metsies' firstbaseman that fields a slow dribbler AT THE BAG and the runner is safe. It is hilarious and uplifting to think the Yankees may lose to that inept squad.
Kinda needs a Benny Hill soundtrack though.
NY football is worse, but only marginally. Both games, at the national level, are turning to shit. I can't watch football anymore and baseball is not far behind. The enshittefication of everything is accelerating.
You got that right, Bitty!
Enshittefication of everything - according to "The Anatomy of Human Destructiveness" by Erich Fromm - that would be a highly necrophilic concept. But the possibility looms that everything is rapidly accelerating to shit, except for this here blog. When the shit hits the fan, "what you gonna do, what you gonna do, brotha?" (Hulk Hogan)
When I was young, I frequently had dreams of sitting on the toilet, and dumping so much that the toilet was full almost to the rim, and then flushing it caused it to overflow.... According to Fromm, that's a necrophilic dream. Perhaps I've been getting better, though, I haven't had that dream in a long time.
Wonder what kind of dreams the Clown-in-Chief of our White House has. Think you that he might be a necrophilic?
Courtesy Black Sabbath, lyrics from duckduckgo:
You sit there watch it all burn down
It's easy and breezy for you
You play your life to a different sound
No edge no edge you got no knife have you
Your life is a six-lane highway to nowhere
You're going so fast you're never ever gonna get down there
Where the heroes sit by the river
With a magic in their music as they eat raw liver
What you gonna be, what you gonna be brother
Zero the Hero
Don't you wanna be, don't you wanna be brother
Zero the Hero
When you gonna be, when you gonna be brother
Zero the Hero
Impossibility impissibility mother
Really a Hero
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