Somehow, the Death Barge overcame 15 Ks and a jazillion stranded runners to steal a 3-2 walk-off win over Atlanta, "the Hollywood of the South," according to Wikipedia.
Moreover, it brought another ray of Hope - aka George Lombard Jr., who ignited a 9th inning rally by outrunning a slow roller that would have nipped Anthony Volpe and/or Jose Caballero. In four days, Lombard has done what Brian Cashman failed to do in four years:
He has restored hope.
Okay, let's nix the balloon drop. His name is George, not Jalen. Nobody knows how long this love tryst will last. By September, the sight of Lombard stepping to the plate might signal an Austin Wells piss break. But for now, he's all that separates us from Sylvia Plath's to-do list. We all know what's happening. The walls are buckling. Last night, while we were crapping pineapples against the Braves, Boston was torturing the homeless A's, 13-1. Nine straight wins, following a 15-game streak.
Bar the door. Turn out the lights. This looks like one of those "Worst Thing That Can Happen" seasons, the kind that reminds us of what whipping mules the Yankees have become. I hate to think what the Redsocks will do to us in two weeks, when they visit for four. This could be worse than a mere sweep. They could knock us out of the both the pennant and wild card chases. We could face the worst embarrassment since 2004.
We cannot ignore what might be Cashman's new worst-ever trade: Two winters ago, he dealt Caleb Durbin for Devon Williams, a washed-up closer for whom we rescinded the Yankee beard ban. After a terrible spring, Durbin now ranks 11th among MLB third-basemen in RBIs, and lately, he's rampaging. Meanwhile, at 3B, we bring out the comedy team of Rosario & McMahon. At 2B, add Anthony Seigler, a former Yankee first-round pick, reborn from our attempts to make him a catcher.
Meanwhile, the YES courtiers rouse us to get excited about the returns of...
a) Giancarlo Stanton, (who has no place to play.)
b) Carlos Rodon, (who hasn't outperformed Warren/Weathers.)
c) Aaron Judge, (with a slightly fractured rib.)
This season, which began with so much hope, has become a juju torture chamber. with Yank fans pleading for someone, anyone, to beat the Dodgers and Boston, a world series that would represent our doomsday nightmare.
Worse than 2023. Worse than 2018. Worse than 2013. Worse than 2004? Dear God, from the Kraken to the Martian, from Frazier to Volpe, from Pineda to Sonny Gray, we've been sold a long, black road. And the worst may be yet to come.
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One quibble: the only hope we had at the start if the season was that Cashman would get caught buggering a feral cat & get himself fired.
Wait. Cashman wasn't caught buggering a feral cat? I'll be damned.
"All that seperates us from Sylvia Plath's to-do list"...so harsh. So funny. So brilliant.
I’m still amazed that idiot didn’t trade Lombard. I haven’t seen defense like that since Arod. Even if he hits .200 which the Yankees hitting coaches seem to encourage, his glove will save a run or two a game.
Just caught up to the fact that Luke Weaver got traded to the Pirates. Yeah, no way we could've used him. Just keep overworking Cruz.
The kid has great range and a great arm. What an improvement.
Worse case is that he could be another Mark Belanger...
Love the Sylvia Plath line—but I agree with Hinkey. I had little hope that Year Run It Back would turn out any differently.
But after watching last night, I really do think there is a different feeling around this team. The D looks SO much better. Great play by Lombard, great play by Garcia(!), nice picks by McMahon....even Grisham made a key throw, if he couldn't get that ball in center in the 8th...
Sure, the hitting was still bad. Every Yankee hitter seems to feel it his duty to get behind on the count. But last night, at least, they kept grinding at-bats, hanging in there....
Also, something seemed to be funky with the post-thunderstorm atmospherics in the Stadium, at least from TV. Both those balls by Jones, and the ones by Rice in the ninth and McMahon in the tenth looked from their swings as if they had to be gone...but they weren't.
Plus, another good game from Fried.
Not exactly world beaters—but they won. I can only repeat...Follow the way of the Knicks!
Tied in the Ever Important Loss Column with Boston, but an extra inning win AND I didn't have to see [redacted] fucking up my Yankees.
"All that seperates us from Sylvia Plath's to-do list"
Bravo El Duque! Bravo and Brava!
They're still working on fine tuning those new humidifiers....
I wouldn't get too hyped up. I feel two straight beat downs a comin' our way. Or should I say two straight scalpings? Tomahawk chop, anyone?
"The Year of Running It Back" Good book title.
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Sylvia Plath actually had some really good advice about how to watch this team...
"If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed."
"If I didn’t think, I’d be much happier.."
and my favorite...
"Tomorrow is another day toward death." Or, as Aaron Boone puts it...
"It's all in front of us.'
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The Yankee starters continue to dominate. Maybe the Yankees are like the Dodgers from the early 60's they had great pitching but had trouble scoring runs as well.
3.95 runs per game. in 1963
3.75 runs per game in 1965.
Using game metrics the Braves actually won the game.
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