The Iceman Bloweth

(Written by HoraceClarke66) 

You know, I hate to pile on, but…Aww, who the hell am I kidding? 

I love to pile on, and now that the Miami Millstone is about to play the field for  the first time in two years, I can’t help myself.

 

We all know the stories of Yankees greats in the past climbing out of hospital beds and brothels to win a key game or series, right?  

 

Joe, Joe DiMaggio flying up to Boston at the last minute to rout the Red Sox in a key series in 1949. 

 

The Mick limping to the plate on half-a-knee and a hangover the size of Oklahoma to belt the game-winning, pinch-hit home run on numerous occasions in the 1960s, and somehow managing to not puke until he had reached the clubhouse again.

 

The Great One, Mariano Rivera, confessing after he had wrapped up the deciding game in the 2009 World Series—the last one any of us will ever see the New York Yankees win—that he was hurting so bad he didn’t know if he could pitch.

 

Then there’s Giancarlo.

 

Critical series against the hated Red Sox. Every other Yankee, including his Twin Tower, Aaron Judge, felled by the cowpox. 

 

The team was up against it, and the breaks were beating the boys. Time to win one for us all—right, Mr. Stanton?

 

Wrong.

 

Instead, Giancarlo was as icy cold as he has been for over a month-and-a-half now. Against some highly hittable Sox pitchers. 

 

In what was otherwise a marvelously gutsy, hustling win over the Carmine Hose, the workout king sang songs of futility.

 

Stanton was 0-12 on the series. That’s right: not one, measly, infield single. Not even a walk—just 5 strikeouts. He did manage an RBI—on a groundball that narrowly missed becoming his 14^thdouble-play on the season.

 

But that’s par for a long course now. Our icy slugger has had 116 plate appearances since June 10^th. In that time, he’s managed 3 home runs and 12 ribbies. Two doubles, no triples. Some 20 walks—and 30 strikeouts.

 

But even that’s deceptive. For the entire month of July, Giancarlo has all of 3 walks, and 14 Ks. 

 

Our big bopper, our last slugger standing, has iced up just when we need him most.  

To paraphrase Oliver Cromwell, by all means put Stanton in the outfield, he has sat too long for any good he has been doing. And let’s hope that hastens his departure.

To escape a trap of their own making, the Yankees look to the man who got us here. (And what would the Boss do?)

Twelve days until the trade deadline, the Cultural Thought Police are at it again, trying to rewrite our sacred history. 

Their latest purge: They now claim that in Thunder Road, after the screen door slams, Mary's dress "sways," when we all know it "waves." An inanimate object cannot sway. It requires purposeful movement. Hips sway. Bodies sway. A dress waves. I'm telling you, this is an outrage! Call YES. We must mobilize to stop the playing of Critical Bruce Theory on our AM radio stations. What's next? 

"Raul Dahl the window and let the wins blow black your ear...?"

"There were goats in the eyes of all the boys you sent away...?"

"I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight with an everlasting piss...?" 

Make no mistake: The Yankiverse is jammed with broken heroes on a last-chance power drive. Worst of all, the latest consensus seems to suggest that Brian "Cooperstown" Cashman - the very man who drove us into this ditch - will save us with some ludicrous, lop-sided trade. Oh, Mr. Krueger, could you please enter my dreams and cure my insomnia?

The latest rumors: To solve its acute outfield crisis, the Death Star will chase 32-year-old Sterling Marte (a RH batter, no less) or the tomato can Rangers' K/HR/BB machine, Joey Gallo. Neither will come cheaply, and neither will solve our massive problems. The question is whether the Yankees will drain their farms for that rare player - the one who actually could make things worse. 

Long, long ago - before Al Gore's informational superhighway - to follow Yankee prospects, you had to subscribe to Baseball America and wait each week for the stat leaders in each league. Last night, with nothing better to do - thanks, TV networks - I combed the Top 25 stats in each league to see who we have. Here's what I found:

Triple A Scranton, one batter: Hoy June Park, ranks 5th, at .325. Park, a legitimate breakout player, is now buried on the Yankee bench. (Boone did Park no favor by pinch-hitting him - first ever MLB at bat - in the most critical moment of Friday's loss to Boston. Two men on  and two outs. He swung at the first pitch, a broken bat grounder. I wonder if he should change his name to "Moonlight Graham?" He's 25 and, I suspect, will be traded.

Double A Somerset, one batter: Diego Castillo ranks 8th, at .297. He's a 23-year-old 2B with power (11 HRs.) Somebody would happily take him. 

High Single A Hudson Valley, one player: 2B Ezequiel Duran ranks 16th, at .279. He is 22, also showing speed and power. Part of a package?

Low Single A Tampa, four players: Ranked 8th is Josh Smith, a SS-2B, at .333. He's 23 and has been since promoted to Hudson Valley.

Ranked 13th is SS Anthony Volpe, a former first-round pick who is generating a lot of buzz. He is hitting .302 with 12 HRs, still among league leaders, though he's also been bumped up to High Single A. (Because of the buzz, the Yankees probably won't trade him, unless it's for a Max Scherzer type.)

Ranked 16th is 22-year-old 2B Trevor Hauer at .296. He started hot, cooled, and has heated up lately. He faces a logjam of infielders ahead of him, and that could make him tradeable. 

Ranked 21st is OF Jake Sanford at .291. He's 23 and has also been promoted.

Any package Cashman throws together will probably include at least one of the above. Frankly, I'm terrified that he will trade a future star for someone who was good four years ago, and who now will merely amplify the current malaise. 

This weekend, Yankee fans glimpsed a hungry and hustling lineup of nobodies, who somehow beat Boston and salvaged our dignity. It was a small sample size, and we shouldn't expect it to last. But I, for one, will hate to see us trade for another performer long past his sell-by date. Don't we have enough, already? And we're in fourth. 

Well, at least they'll never steal our Bruce Truth: 

Oh, Sandy, the aurora is rising behind us/ Them beer lights, our carnivore lives forever ... 

In the middle of a blow-out Yankee win, Buster Olney ponders Yankeeageddon.

So, lemme get this straight: 

Four years into The Abyss, the Death Barge will finally ponder the unponderable: 

Giancarlo Stanton playing the field. 

Dear god. It's true - maybe. According to Fox's Buster Olney last night, Giancarlo will soon play LF, where presumably he'll have to run after fly balls, rather than using his signature, Robby Cano-meets-Betty White, zombie apocalypse lope. Since the day Stanton arrived, the sense has been that any time he approaches high gear, something will snap, and he'll spend six weeks in the hot tub. Apparently, the bubble wrap no longer fits. It's an emergency, time to break glass.

Has Cooperstown Cashman finally seen The End? Aaron Judge is approaching free agency, and if the Yankees plan to keep him long term, they need a secondary slot at DH, to occasionally rest him. If Giancarlo is full-time DH through 2028, there is no room for Judge. Keeping both would be a colossal waste of time, talent and what Food Stamps Hal covets most - moolah, bread, ka-ching, globba, perdoochi... cabbazingos!   

Last night, Olney reported that opposing GMs are postulating that, if the Yankees fall apart in July, they will do the unthinkable: entertain trade offers for Judge, their biggest star, as Boston did with Mookie Betts. The Fox broadcast crew - including A-Rod - reacted as if Olney had just promised his soul to the maw of Satan. 

In fact, such an endgame has been on the minds of Yankee fans for months. 

As long as Stanton is the everyday DH - with no flexibility, whatsoever - there is no long term slot for Judge, who has his own tweaks and strains. They must either somehow jettison Stanton - and his Mariah Carey contract - or they might as well seek a package of prospects for Judge - because in this current jam-up, they're a fifth place team that finishes fourth only because the division includes Baltimore. 

One huge caveat: Trading Judge - and pressing a giant Reset Button - would require Cashman to admit that his strategy for the last four years has crashed and burned.  For the Yankees to save face - especially in a season when the Mets might win their division - Cashman would probably have to step down. Would he do it? Could he do the right thing? 

(I recognize that what I'm about to say is blaspheme here... but  over the years, I have come to be sorta fond of Cashman, and the rumba dance he must continually do to keep his job. Working for Hal must be far worse than it was for George. At least the old guy knew what he wanted. Cashman constantly chases conflicting objectives - to win, to sign big names, to keep the payroll down, etc.  If we think any GM can save this franchise, we're kidding ourselves.) 

Oh, one other thing: Last night, watching young Yankees hustle - what a joy!

There was Chris Gittens making two great catches down the RF foul line.

There was Greg Allen and Ryan LaMarre, running on Christian Vasquez, cracking open the Redsock defense in a way the savvied veterans never try.

There was Trey Amburgey crashing into the RF wall and - holy crap - Rougned Odor laying down a perfect drag bunt! Why doesn't he do this more often? The guy is hitting .224. Why not bunt every game, directly challenging the over-shift? What does he have to lose: He's hitting frickin' .224!  

So... now what? Two out of three ain't bad. Moreover, Boston suddenly doesn't look so destiny-bound. Still, the 2021 Yankees' signature move has been to win a few games, then give them back. A two-game streak means nothing, unless it leads to eight or 10.

Last night's victory cut Boston's division lead to 7 games. But that's a mirage.  Tampa leads us by six, and Toronto is heating up. The crossroads are here. We'll soon see something we hadn't anticipated: Giancarlo in the outfield. And if he can't cut it, Yankeeageddon!

Yankees have finally found their closer

 Rain. 

Yankees win a game, lose a player... and maybe say farewell to dignity

Fact from Wikipedia: The idiom "coming out of left field" - which means an unanticipated, crazy event - may stem from the Chicago Cubs' original ballpark, where a mental institution behind left field had inmates screaming loudly during games. 

Last night, everything came out of left field.

First, the awful: Making a heroic catch down the line, Yankee LF Tim Locastro blew out his knee. Torn ACL. 

It is impossible not to feel sick over this.

Locastro - born in Syracuse, raised in Auburn - had just turned 29. He was playing for the team he grew up following. He was appearing on national television, arguably the biggest game of his career. Now, he's done for 2021. He'll seek a comeback next spring, and it's possible his greatest asset - his speed - will be compromised. 

I believe I speak for the Yankiverse in saying to the juju gods...

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! You slimy assholes should be ashamed of yourselves. If there is a god, I hope He cleans house with two-bit, game-fixing deities like you. Who put you up to this? Last night is the rottenest thing you've done since Dustin Fowler, in his MLB debut, tore up his knee in Comiskey Park, causing Joe Girardi to weep. 

This just sucks. You know, I can understand the notion that the Yankees field a bunch of overpaid china dolls, thus we collect injuries like fleas at a dog show. But Locastro is no prima dona. Two weeks ago, I watched him turn a single into a double, by pure hustle. And last night, after slamming into the wall and grabbing his knee, he bounced up to keep a Redsock runner from scoring. And you saw fit to do this? 

Seriously, fuck you. I am keeping a file on you shitwads. Someday, if there is any justice in this universe, I will haul you fucktwats into a tribunal, where you will be held accountable for your actions. (And I will demand you are placed under a conservatorship run by Jamie Spears - or better, Alphonso. How would you like that!) 

Insert sigh here.

Another thing came out of left field last night - a baseball, thrown by a fan at Boston outfielder Alex Verdugo. As a result, the game was stopped for several minutes - all during a driving rain. I don't blame Boston for walking off. There are shitheads in the clouds, and there are shitheads in the bleachers. God spare us from both. But it used to be the biggest assholes - by far - appeared in Fenway. That's where the security guard fought Jeff Nelson. That's where the fan punched Gary Sheffield while chasing a foul. That's where the fans made Roger Clemens' wife fear for her life. Now, it's happening in New York.

Okay, we're not exactly angels on this site. We live and die for the Yankees. That's our thing. But I hope that everyone here recognizes this site as a place to vent, not to actually wish for injuries upon a player or to launch stupid fights, like nutjobs out behind left field.

That said, I have a solution to this current malaise: 

Let's stick Giancarlo out in left. Hey, what can happen? 

From the flight deck of the Oumuamua

A HoraceClarke66 Joint 

Conversation recorded between First Officer Ne*1goar? and Navigator Rarg23)z! on the flight deck of the IGS Oumuamua, Star Date 5.36.58.

Ne*1goar?:  All right. (clicking on and off very important switches) Here we are again at…(consults chart) Star System Sol, for what the only literate species in the system calls their sun.

Rarg23)z!: You call those guys literate?  Have you seen their fan blogs?

?:  Be that as it may, we are now approaching their first orbital object of interest, what they call, “Pluto.”

  

!:  They’re still debating whether it’s a planet or an asteroid.

?:  I’d love to be there when they discover it’s actually a stray Gliesean interstellar mine. Or really, I’d rather not be within 10 parsecs of here when they do.

!:  Hahahahaha. You make the same joke every time.

 

?:  Hey, jokes only get better with age. So here’s Neptune, Uranus—

 

!:  My anus? What about your—

 

?:  Yeah, my jokes are tired. You make that one again and I swear, I will ring all three of your necks.

 

!:  Saturn, Jupiter. All planets devoid of “life as we know it,” as they like to say.

 

?: If only they knew Jupiter’s deep-sea methane slugs have been voted species most likely to dominate the galaxy three millennia in a row.

 

!:  Mars…

 

?:  Can’t wait until one of their subterranean mega-snakes pops out and eats that silly little Rover they’re all so proud of.

 

!:  And…Earth. You still following the Yankees?

 

?: Yup. Though I don’t know why.

 

!:  I have an anticipated lifespan of over 500,000 years, and even I will never understand how it is that Brian Cashman thinks every year he can put together a championship team without a bench or a bullpen.

 

?:  Uh, Earth to alien ball fan?  How about an all-righty lineup—in Yankee Stadium! If he only knew how many light years away THAT gets a good laugh at the bar. 

 

!:  And that pitching staff? I’ve seen better ones made out of used droids and faulty O-rings.

 

?:  All right, well, this has been a big snore. Is that little jerk Altuve ready to beam up yet?

 

!:  Nah. He says he’s having too much fun. Next, he’s going to slip into their big space center in Houston and change all their coordinates.

 

?:  That’s just like the little weasel. Hey, did you hear what they’re calling us now?

 

!: No, what?

 

?: “Oumuamua.”

 

!:  Wha-at?

 

?: We put it in their brains that it’s a native Hawaiian word, meaning, “scout.” Next time around, we’re going to have them call us, “Oo ma moochi gamma gamma goochi,” and say it’s an ancient Inuit word meaning, “Returning friend.”

 

!: Do you guys in the officers’ lounge ever stop?

 

?: Have to do something to keep the good times rolling. Hey, whattaya say, since we’re here we stop in at Venus for a shvitz and a little Venusian hana hana?

 

!:  You got me. Just so long as we don’t have to talk baseball anymore.

Who says Giancarlo can’t make adjustments?

From the mind of HoraceClarke66. 

It has been noted recently that Giancarlo “Mr. Millstone” Stanton seems to be cutting down on his strikeouts these days. He has a mere 83 Ks in 70 games this season, which projects to a season total of 168—provided he can play all remaining 72 games.

(Spoiler alert:  he won’t.)

 

But unnoticed by many, is Giancarlo’s newfound ability to…bounce into double-plays!

 

He has 13 on the season thus far, and is thus on schedule to end up with about 26. AND…as Stanton now has 15 homers, it’s entirely possible he could end up with more DPs than homers.

 

Hey, it happens. Even such Yankees greats as Jorge Posada, Paulie O’Neill, and, yes, Joe DiMaggio, in his last, injury-ridden year, have had seasons in which their GIDPs exceeded their HRs.

 

But of course, all those past stars more than made up for it with their many years of marvelous play in the field as well as at bat, and the many championships they led our New York Yankees to.

 

Surely, Giancarlo Stanton will reward us in the same way.

 

Right?

Yikes!!!!

Trust me. You have to cut and paste but... Yikes!!!

https://twitter.com/i/status/1415829455365459974

Leader By default....

 With the Yankee team defined by power and exit velocity these days, the clear, undisputed team leader ( due to cover and IL ) is now Giancarlo Stanton.

Big G ( seen above ) was hired by Hal for $230 million ( give or take ).

He is in the line-up, everyday , at the 2,3,4 or 5 hole.  To do the most damage possible.

Last night, after a week's rest , his batting line...in the biggest game of the year ( to date )...went like this:

1.  Ground into Double play

2.  Whiff

3.  Whiff

4.  Whiff

What other player, in either league,  would be automatically written into the line-up with this record?

On many days, he gets the golden sombrero.  Sometimes, even, the platinum one.

Until the Yankees realize the magnitude of this error, they will never compete.

And it ain't showing any signs of life. 

HoraceClarke66: In case you need more proof that Hal Steinbrenner doesn’t give a damn.

From the Situation Room of HoraceClarke66...

 Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait. WAIT.

 The Yankees-Red Sox series this weekend—the decisive series of the season for your New York Yankees—is going ahead as planned? With one-quarter of the Yankees’ roster, including their best player, banned from playing?

 We are old here. But we are not so old that we cannot remember what happened a-way back in April. 

 When the New York Mets had their entire, opening series against the Washington Nationals canceled because of positive Covid tests. I forget which team had the Covid—but it didn’t matter. MLB was cool with it:

 ‘Hey, make ’em up when you can, it’s a long season, no harm no foul.’

 But now, it’s imperative that the Yankees play with six men out due to Covid, including Aaron Judge? 

EVEN THOUGH, as the New York Times reports, the Boston Red Sox have one of the lowest vaccination rates in baseball.

So…our guys get vaccinated, somehow get infected with the Delta Dawn variant anyway, and they can’t play? Out of fear that they will pass it on to…unvaccinated, irresponsible blockheads like the Red Sox?

I can’t say I’m truly outraged. This is such a badly constructed Yankees team, such an ongoing shitshow, dumpster fire, Hidenburg of a season, that it probably won’t make a damned bit of difference.

 But if this were the other way around, Boston fans would’ve burned Yankee Stadium down by now in protest.

 And yet, is there a peep of protest from Brian “Lucky” Cashman? No, of course not! The plague has provided Lucky with the perfect alibi for his wretched job this season.

 Is there a peep from Hal Steinbrenner, putative owner of the New York Yankees?

 No, there is not. Because he does not care.

 Hal’s father, George the Mad King, was a son-of-a-bitch. He was a mean-spirited, bullying lout, who didn’t know a damned thing about baseball. Old George drove at least two businesses into the ground, and he would’ve done the same to the New York Yankees had he not been miraculously saved, on at least two occasions, by underlings he then fired or drove out of the Bronx as soon as he could.

 But George Steinbrenner was at least willing to stick up for himself and his team. King George would have responded to this outrage with fire and brimstone, lawyers, guns, and money. 

 Prince Hal is an empty suit. He doesn't give a damn, and it shows.

A Yankee Fan's Response Haiku

The season blows cold 

Like wind from a Stanton swing

Sell the fucking team.

The Haiku of A. Boone (continued)

ON OFFENSE

By A. Boone

We've got to mount a
little more on offense to
give ourselves a chance.

7/16/21

Spring training Yankee lineup and lifeless defeat foreshadows an August 1 lawn sale

Last year, Boston studied the Covid mini-season and saw an opportunity. With Chris Sale and Eduardo Rodriguez out, Mookie Betts dealt and cardboard fans in the bleachers, they cynically chose to tank and play for 2021. And here they are: Beating the Yankees like a cheap rug, from Fenway to the farms.

It's time for the Death Barge to respond - in kind. This horrible team has already displayed a genius for blowing 9th-inning leads and hitting clutch DP grounders, but this week, they outdid themselves.  

According to reports, one of the Yankee Covid Six never got vaccinated, helping to birth the current roster meltdown. If that's true... well... whomever it is, I sincerely wish him a full recovery - after coughing his lungs into burnt matchsticks and begging the nurses to let him die. Sadly, we can't vaccinate for stupidity. This guy infected his team during the season's most critical stretch, and he should be traded for a box of Cheetos, even if his last name happens to be Judge.

As the Aug. 1 deadline approaches, unless this team goes on a tear - (there I go again, falling into the "what if?" trap, why do I do this?) - the Yankees should ditch all playoff fantasies and start thinking of 2022-23. It's not a fun thought. Their roster is so larded with overpaid albatrosses that Food Stamps Hal Steinbrenner - who somehow sees himself as a crafty businessman - will need to pay opposing teams to absorb them. For reasons worthy of a tell-all book, Hal will never fire GM Brian "Cooperstown" Cashman, but Cash should be promoted to an office with no phone or internet connection and given the job of cutting ribbons during Hope Week. All those big money names on the Yankee masthead - the Randys, the Damons, the Lonns - should be dispatched to Oregon with squirt guns and electric fans.

We should view the remainder of 2021 as a Covid mini-season, with a surge already underway, thanks in part to folks like the unvaccinated Yank. Some thoughts on the deadline...

1. Trade Aroldis. This won't be easy. El Chapo makes $16 million per season through 2023. We'll have to pay half his salary. But if last night's scoreless ninth was a symbolic victory, it's worth noting that two blasts nearly left the park (and judging from Chappy's body language, he thought Rafael Devers' ball was gone), he walked a batter with a pitch in the dirt, and his pickoff toss was Knoblauchian. No way can I imagine him saving a one-run game. Maybe a five-run lead? That might work. (Oh, wait... Boone didn't do it last time, eh?) Trade him. Whatever we can get.

2. Trade Gary Sanchez. If necessary, release the Kraken. I know he's gone on a nice little streak, raising his average to a Ruthian .215, and I do respect his willingness to adapt. But last night, Gary was back to lunging at balls in the dirt, and we've seen this movie before. The time to trade him is now, while he's still above .200. Whatever we can get.

3. Trade Giancarlo. Okay, this will be really expensive.  We may have to kick in $50 million - or more. So be it. He is a middling DH whose inability to play the outfield clogs up the roster. Last night, when he fanned in the ninth, the boos were loud. They will get louder. Why put this guy through hell? Trade him. Whatever we can get. 

4. Trade Zack Britton. Give him a few outings to re-establish his sinker, then put him up for auction. Right now, we don't need a closer. There's nothing to close. If that changes, we have Jonathan Loaisiga. Whatever we can get. 

5. Use the rest of the season to decide on Clint Frazier and Miguel Andujar. We could trade either, but for what? Sidney Ponson's lost nephew? Devote the second half of 2021 to evaluating them, once and for all. Put Clint in CF and let Miggy play 3B, where their trade values are highest.

6. Consider any offer. I'd hate to see Aaron Judge go, but - well - you know what? I could live with it. Same with DJ LeMahieu. Even Gerrit Cole (whom we will surely destroy with more outings like the complete game in Houston.) I love these guys. But in the words of John Irving: When the dear disappear, someone else is always near.

This is a horror show, one of the most disappointing Yankee seasons, ever. It needs to lead to something better.  

6 ...And Counting....

 What games are the Yankees playing?

Either they are proving that the vaccines don't work against Covid, or they aren't telling the absolute truth about who is fully vaccinated and who isn't.

It is a great way to justify losing to the Bosox.

Six key players out, with the latest additions being judge and Urshela?  And our two best ( besides Cole ) pitchers of late?

And it is only happening to the Yankees?

Too bad there are no more independent, investigative journalists. 

We have to get our information from baldy Brian.

Whose lies appear as shiny spots.

Exciting news on Yankee trade front!

Wow! Our prayers may be answered! 

Brian Cashman might bundle up a few nobodies and trade for Cole Hamels, who gave us so much trouble in the 2009 World Series. Remember how tough he was? He could be a Yankee!

Criminy, he's only 37. I can't figure why the Phillies would trade him. But if we could, say, jettison a few prospects - our farm system has so many, we gotta get rid of some; they're like jackrabbits - he could shore up our rotation in the playoffs!

Looks like The Master better come up with some new HR calls.

Hoy Jun Park said to be on his way. 

"Hoy vay! Park goes park!"

He'll join Trey Amburgey.

"Trey swings away! Atta-way, Amburgey!" 

Can a completely disappointing season worsen? Yes, it can.

... And you may find yourself, living in a shotgun shack.
And you may find yourself, rooting for a bad Yankee team...

Same as it ever was. Same as it ever was.

(Strike forehead with heel of hand. Repeat.)

So, last night, the Death Barge was going to occupy the national spotlight. Yeah, the barkers would talk up Boston, but the Redsock season isn't on the line. In fact, they're so fat and happy that they planned to showcase a 22-year-old CF trade chip, perhaps to pry Anthony Rizzo from the Cubs. Chris Sale will soon return. Their farm system is overflowing. They lead us by 8 games. I mean, what drama would they bring?

Nor is this new. I mean, they haven't won in - gulp - four years! Four. Their owner wasn't happy with a third place finish, so he fired the GM and brought in the guy who built the Tampa Rays. And now they are ripping at every level. And, meanwhile, the Yankees... well... it's the new normal.

Yanks going nowhere. Boston chasing another ring. 

Letting the days go by. Water flowing underground.

Damn. Thursday was going to be our night. Season on the brink. Gerrit Cole on the mound. An electric crowd. The whole world watching.  

Then, Covid. 

We'll soon know the full extent of the outbreak. We'll learn if the Yankees must go 10 days without Aaron Judge, Kyle Higashioka, Gio Urshela and maybe the entire roster of The Bachelor. In another time, we could anticipate the future legends of Trey Amburgey and Ryan Lamare. But this is the new normalcy: We have a LF out with vertigo, a starter known for his setbacks, a closer facing an identity crisis - and now six players masked in basements.

WTF happened to our beautiful lives?

Well, you chose the Yankees. You fucked up. You thought they'd be your sure thing. You thought that, considering all the failures in this world, all the shit you'd have to eat, you'd at least have one certain rock of victory: the mighty Yankees, who always win. Yep. You fucked up.

And you may ask yourself, "What is that beautiful house?"
And you may ask yourself, "Where does that highway go to?"
And you may ask yourself, "Am I right, am I wrong?"
And you may say to yourself, "MY GOD, WHAT HAVE I DONE?"

Game called due to Covid

 No game tonight. Yanks test positive. (Are we sure they're all vaccinated?)

Trey Amburgey still waits.

Lucky 7 Anyone?

Boston has won 6 in a row from the Yankees this season.

Tonight is game 7.

I'm taking the " over."

Anyone else in ?

Trey Amburgey reportedly on his way to the Bronx

 

He's a performance promotion. Rather than wowing scouts, all he's done was hit at every level. 

Now the question: Will Boone play him?