I'm sorry, what year is it again?
How long has this season been going on? Since the Late Middle Ages, maybe? Or am I thinking of my own age? (Not "late middle age," that's for sure. I is OLD.)
But I digress. Yankees' now annual "June Swoon" expected?
Aren't we about to launch on at least our third swoon this season already?
This Yankees season has already had more ups and downs than the venerable "Yankee Cannonball," one of the many attractions at Canobie Lake Park, just outside beautiful Salem, New Hampshire. This message brought to you by Canobie Lake Park—it's a lark!
As I recall—and remember, it's been decades—the first Yankee swoon came after our 8-2 start, when we went 2-7 against the Wandering A's, Rays, and Angels.
Next there was...May, and the wonderful 5-10 schneid, including the beatdown in Baltimore, and the pitiful Mets with a walk-off win of that series.
A constant, crazy mélange of injuries, recoveries, meltdowns, smash-ups, call-ups, and send-downs, that all ends up with José Caballero in right field...just as we sort of knew he would—the same way that we knew, back in 2023, that IKF would end up in center field for us.
The injuries keep on a-comin', of course. Now Judge, which is sad, except that in a way it's a relief knowing that it's not simply time which is dragging him down. If he's out for any period of time, forget it, because there is nothing left behind him.
Like an old shirt, this team and its pathetic farm system has finally worn through.
Sure, this year's injury list was extended by the need for our nepo baby, greedhead owner to make still more ad money out in left field. But beyond The Martian, so far we're talking:
Judge
Stanton
Rice
Caballero
Fried
Various bullpen lug nuts, and now...
Cam Schlittler.
You heard it here first. That start last night had all the earmarks of an injured pitcher trying to cover up his injury. It's a pity—though with that name, he was never going to be a great anyway.
So, whatta we got? June Swoon, then the July Cry, August Disgust, and the September Dismember?
Oh, the fun we'll have!
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That isn't an old and worn shirt. It's a beautifully preserved, single-breasted Nehru shirt. An excellent midpoint between casual and formal attire. In fact, I still have one in my closet from the late 60's. After watching the Beatles majestically adorned in theirs, I knew that I had to have one as well.
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