Yank fans forced to watch a strange, alien version of baseball, featuring something called "fundamentals."

Weird, last night. 

No. Beyond weird.

I mean, WTF? Have we been hacked? Is this so-called 2026 "world series" an A.I. fueled slop animation? An imaginary dream orgasm? How else would you explain it? Because nothing makes sense. Nothing...

Last night, in case you missed it - or crashed a heel through your TV out of pure disbelief - something took place that is absolutely foreign to the bylaws of the Yankiverse.

I still can't understand it, but I'll try to Yanksplain: 

There we were, in our homes, clutching our beverages and hoisting our victory blankets, watching a team give up four runs in the first inning - FOUR RUNS... AND YET... dear God, I still can't process this, AND YET... 

The game wasn't over!

Okay, I know what you're thinking. Duque, put down the toad. You've lost your mind. You're hallucinating again, and dream shards are expanding like Jiffy-Pop from your drooling jawline. 

But no, I'm not making this up. I swear it. 

The Milwaukee Brewers - who knew this was going on? - were down by four in the first - game over, go home, everybody - and yet they battled back to win the game - and get his - they did it without hitting four solo home runs, which is, of course, the only way our Yankee Death Barge ever comes back.

By the laws and realities of the 2026 Yankee Home Run Derby Firmament, a four-run deficit requires four solo-home runs, preferably spaced around 12 strikeouts, as each Yankee performer showcases his grandest swing-'n-pose. 

I mean, what are we watching? Is this a Russian thing? Have the Iranians hacked Fox? Is John Smoltz a secret Canadian? This cannot be not real. I'm wondering... what really happened in the postseason? Will we wake up in December, locked out of baseball, only to learn that the Yankees - led by Giancarlo and Jazz - actually won the world series? How else do we explain this... I have no words... this thing? 

So now, they SAY it's going to Tampa. They SAY the Brewers are ahead. They SAY the Rays still have a chance. Well, I wonder. Where's Brent Headrick? Where's Ryan McMahon? What has happened to the 30 strikeouts-per-game model? What are they doing, moving runners into scoring position? 

Calgon Bath Oil Beads, take me away...

Vision.

 

The second key word of the day is: vision. Hal Steinbrenner needs to get one.

Another question that the sporting press might try asking Hal is this: what is your vision for the New York Yankees?

Is it to build an incredible system, from top to bottom, that will churn out terrific young players (at a reduced cost to you, not incidentally)?  

Fine! If so, that will mean replacing Brian Cashman and the many other hangers-on and incompetents around him (looking at you, Lonn and Randy!).

Is it to shoot the wad, bringing in all sorts of superstars to buy championships? Have at it!

Is it to...just mellow out? 

Say, 'Don't worry, be happy, and you know what: I'm going to make the Yankees the most terrific, affordable, wonderful fan experience in professional sports—and to top it off, I'm going to devote myself to reviving the long-suffering borough of the Bronx where we have played for so long."

I'd buy that. They wouldn't even have to win!

But Hal possesses none of these visions, of course. He has no vision whatsoever, other than to keep steadily increasing his incalculable, inherited fortune by so much more, year in and year out.

And if that's so...fine.

Sell the Yankees for the $12 billion or so they're supposedly worth, and make a big buy into Trump coin crypto, or whatever other "investments" strike your fancy.

If you really don't like baseball—and it does not appear that you do—and if you really don't want to learn much about the game—and it does not appear that you do—then sell the team, cash in, and spend the rest of your days spreading joy and light where're you tread, or whatever.

Nobody could possibly blame you for not loving a sport which your awful, horse's ass of a father made into an obsession—probably at the abject neglect of you and your siblings.

Instead...Hal complains about paying taxes. And is about to lead an effort to rain still more havoc and destruction on the sport of baseball.

Terrific. 

This is America in the age of the Nepo Baby Numbskulls.  

There is not the slightest concern for anything greater than themselves, in any way, shape, or form. 

Not even a Carnegie-style inclination for showering libraries and other good things upon the world (after horribly exploiting his workers for decades). Not even some remaining, rapacious sense of empire-building—the desire to construct the greatest of the greatest of the greatest, which (let's face it) our greedy Yankees-fan hearts would pound to see. 

Nope. Nothin'.

Hey, we get it. Your grotesque excuse of a pater familias so twisted and distorted you that you can't be a normal person. We get to see how that works everyday in the White House. 

But then...sell the team already.

The New York Yankees are a public trust. I could say that this is because they bring joy and entertainment to millions of people. But I won't.

Let's go to the receipts, as the kids say today. The Yankees are a public trust because we the bloody public have forked over millions to Hal and his family over the many years, and what he owes us in return is a greater vision than falling short the same way, year after year. 

To come into this world with so much, and have so little idea of what to with it, is both sad and contemptible.

 

Specifics.

 

We are trapped in semantics and vagaries. 

What the sporting press needs to get down to regarding your New York Yankees are specifics.

Does 93 wins constitute a "success"? Does getting to the ALDS? Is the attitude in the Yankees' clubhouse bad? Is no one being held accountable? Does Aaron Judge have too much to say?

Blah, blah, blah. 

All of this is very vague, and nearly unanswerable. It all but begs vague and useless replies.

Picking up on Doug's brilliant soliloquy of late:  somehow, none of our Knights of the Press Box are able to say, "Ryan McMahon never could hit and now he can't field. Why was he starting in the playoffs? Why did you get rid of a possible replacement—Oswaldo Contreras—in September instead of seeing if he could take over third?"

"Isn't it a fact that the only reason you're playing him because you're paying him a lot of money right now? And how does that make any sense?"

Why is it seemingly impossible for the working press to ask that direct a question of anyone on the Yankees? 

Do they feel it is impolite? Unfair to the players?

Ryan McMahon is a good-looking SOB, who according to baseball reference has made $57 million in the sport, with another $16 million guaranteed for next year. 

I bet he could survive such questions directed at his bosses.

Same, say, with similar Trent Grisham, or Austin Wells, or Jazz Chisholm—another good-looking guy who has made $29 million in his brief career.

Could it be that our sporting press simply hasn't done the research? Are they unable to follow the game they watch everyday for a living?

Inquiring minds want to know!

Seriously, if the top reporters in politics, world affairs, economics, science, or what have you asked such vapid questions they would be fired.

Study up on the subject for 15 minutes or so and ask Brian Cashman and/or Hal Steinbrenner specific questions about why they keep fielding such terrible players, year after year, in crucial games.  Ask them if it's just because of the money they're being paid.

I bet it unsettles them. Maybe we'll even get some real answers

 

The Future of the Franchise is Now . . . (sung to the tune of BEN)

 

BOONE

WE ALL KNOW THAT YOU'RE 

THE WORST

THEY SHOULD BANISH YOU

TO BENSONHURST

 

YOU 

CAN'T MANAGE WORTH 

A DAMN

ITS ALL BEEN JUST A SCAM

 I THOUGHT THAT YOU

SHOULD KNOW

ITS REALLY TIME TO GO

 

OH GOD !

WE'VE HAD ENOUGH 

JUNE SWOONS

AND

TERRIBLE PLATOONS

PLEASE GET RID

OF HIM

BY NOON

WE'RE DONE

WITH 

AARON BOONE 

 

If I Keep This Up I’ll Go Blind

Today I sat down to write my annual post on what the team should do next year. Standard stuff like don’t spend to acquire starting pitching, build the bullpen, get the Japanese free agent 3B, don’t give Jazz the Qualifying Offer… Things like that.

Then I had to stop. 

Because it’s all just jerking off...  And we are the jerks.

Sports fans are a curious blend of optimism and pessimism. Always hopeful that a few tweaks to the lineup, a couple of key additions, fewer injuries, and having the vagaries that make up a season break our way could make the difference and bring us the title.

Here at IIH IIF we tend to be more pessimistic that most but only because we’re a fairly well thought out bunch. 

Most of us, as reflected in the comments, are reaching a tipping point in our fandom. 

As long, long, time Yankee fans we have both suffered and been rewarded. That’s the natural course of rooting. 

This offseason the current state of the team feels different.

Ownership has broken the sacred trust that is the cornerstone of the relationship. We have to believe that the team is trying to win it all.

They aren’t. 

What’s worse is…

We know that we are being played.

And they are not trying to hide it.

We live in a time frame where powerful people seem to feel that they can say things that are demonstrably untrue and expect us to eat it. No accountability.  

Just Hubris.

Giving Brian Cashman another five years when he has proven to be inept is unconscionable. He is inept. All GMs make mistakes. That’s to be expected. To keep making the same ones? Inept.

Blaming the players and only the players for their failure and not the guy who spent over $300 million dollars acquiring them?  

Not firing Aaron Boone?

--

There is a point in life where you realize that what you want to happen and what is going to happen are two completely different things.

Extending Cashman was it for me.

I believe the phrase is, "irreconcilable differences".

Fan is short for fanatic. It’s also part of the word fantasy. I’m through fantasizing that the Yankees will figure it out. They won't and any time that I spend thinking about how it could be or might be is just jerking off.

Maybe it feels good short term, but in the end it's a waste of energy that would be better spent elsewhere.  

And, if I keep it up, I’ll go blind.

Baseball is heading for a free agent blitz, and the Yankees have $2.6 billion to spend. Will it matter?

According to The Athletic, the sports page for today's Gray Lady, the aftermath of the upcoming midterm elections - along with riots, floods and funny presidential burp vocalizations - will feature an MLB "free agent frenzy," as owners lock down rosters before the lockdown. 

If so, we could soon get a glimpse of Food Stamps Hal Steinbrenner's new, ultra-fortified money pile, following the $2.6 billion infusion from Apollo Sports Capital. That's cash on the barrelhead, people. Mad money.  With the Dodgers facing fraud investigations, and the Mets and Phillies still licking their wounds, the Yankees could - for a month, anyway - bestride the sports world as the swinging dick of dollars.   

Remember: It was the winter of 2009 when Hal shelled out for Mark Teixeira, CC Sabathia and AJ Burnett - a $200 million spending spree - leading to our last championship. 

Dare we dream? 

Nah. There's a reason we call him "Food Stamps."

Still, with all that money... all that cash... here's what we could buy:

1. Tarik Skubal. Nothing complicated. He's the best player available. Get him. Don't buy into the bullshit that we already have enough pitching. We don't. He's our Sabathia.  

2. Michael King. Plan B, if Skubal signs elsewhere. And even if Skubal signs with us, King would be our AJ Burnett.

3. Sonny Gray. This won't happen. There is no universe where the Yankees would make up with this guy. But money is a healing balm, and signing this guy would kick Boston in the teeth, which is always pleasurable.

4. Brandon Lowe. Two-time All-Star 2B, which would keep us from having to depend on You Know Who. (Guy hit 35 HRs this year for Pittsburgh; he'll be 32.)

5. Teruaki Sato, third baseman from Japan. Our Hideki Matsui? Isn't it time for an Asian star?  

Either way, let's get to the bidding. These well-played world series games - with hustling, and defensive gems and timely hitting - God, they'll bore us to death. Onward to the post-midterm riots, everybody! Those flat screen TVs aren't going to loot themselves! 

Was expansion for baseball a mistake?

 

I mean, not that it was done, but how it was done?

Would everyone have been better off if the existing major leagues had, say, started a whole new league—or two—where teams would have had a fighting chance, right from the start, to win pennants?  And, uh, games?

This World Series, as you may have heard, will make the first one since 1980 in which both teams—only one of them an expansion club—had not previously won a Series.  

What's more, it will be only the fourth—albeit the fourth since 2015—in which both teams were expansion clubs.

Obviously, the number of major-league teams needed to expand beyond the same, 16 clubs in 11 cities that existed from 1903-1952. But was adding clubs two-by-two and four-by-four the best way to do it?

The sad fact of the matter is that of the 14 teams that have come into existence since 1961, only one of them—the Houston Astros—has a winning record. And just barely, with a .503 winning percentage. 

Take away the electronic cheating, and maybe nobody "new" has won as many as they've lost. And all told, expansion clubs have won only 34 pennants and (after this Series) 15 World Series.

That comes to about 1 World Series and maybe 2.25 pennants apiece—a wretched record

All expansion teams, let us remember, have now been in existence for at least 29 seasons. Some, for as long as 66 years. 

I mean, when the Yankees had been in existence for 66 years, they had already had the greatest, longest-running dynasty in North American sports...and collapsed.

The lack of winning is astonishing. Five of the 14 expansionists—the Brewers and Rays, but also the Padres, Mariners, and Rockies—have never won a World Series (though of course that number will be reduced by one this fall). 

The Mariners, after 50 seasons, have never even reached a Series. The Marlins and Rockies, in 34 tries apiece, have managed that, thanks to the wild card—but neither has ever won so much as won a division title. 

What gives?

The cities chosen have generally worked out all right. Attendance has usually been good, even outstanding.

In the course of their existence, three teams have moved: the second Washington Senators to Texas, the Seattle Pilots to Milwaukee, and the Montreal Expos to Washington, but that doesn't seem terribly excessive. (Does it mean anything that eight of the 14 clubs have changed their names? Probably not.)

Baseball probably should have vetted some of the new owners better—and certainly some of the people these clubs were sold to. But there were plenty of ownership groups that seemed to know what they were doing and tried their best to build good teams.  

Sometimes, as in Kansas City, Toronto, Houston, Tampa Bay, Texas, and with the Mets, they even succeeded. But then they all seemed to slump back into their losing ways. 

Maybe there was no other way. Maybe expansion cities would not have accepted these teams all playing in their own, "expansion leagues"—and then, perhaps, meeting winners of the Original Ray's World Series in...a "Super Series"? 

But wouldn't they have preferred that to the decades and decades of losing? Take a look:

                                                                              WS  Pen.  Div.  WC

1961

Los Angeles Angels:         5,155-5,305    .493        1       1         9     1

Texas Rangers:                   4,979-5,465  .477         1       3         7     2

1962

Houston Astros:                 5,171-5,121     .503         2      5       15     4

New York Mets:                  4,973-5,315   .483         2      5        6      5

1969

Kansas City Royals:         4,359-4,796   .476        2       4       8       2

Milwaukee Brewers:        4,508-4,654  .492       0       2       9       3

San Diego Padres:             4,308-4,860  .470       0       2       5       5

Washington Nationals:   4,408-4,750  .481        1        1        5       1            

1977

Seattle Mariners:               3,765-4,180   .478       0       0      4        2

Toronto Blue Jays:             3,934-3,939   .499       2       3       7       4             

1993

Colorado Rockies:              2,422-2,922   .453       0       1       0       5 

Miami Marlins:                   2,462-2,874   .461       2       2       0       4       

1998

Arizona Diamondbacks:  2,253-2,343   .490       1        2      5       2  

Tampa Bay Rays:                2,266-2,328   .493       0       3      5       5      

 

Smile, everybody. Hal says winning 93 games is a success.

Okay, lemme get this straight...

During the regular season, the '26 Yankees had the fifth best record in baseball. 

To do this, they spent $244 million on salaries, the fourth highest payroll in baseball. 

In the October postseason, they went 2-3 and were swept by a team they outspent in salaries by $130 million. 

The owner considers it a success, because the Yankees won 93 games. 

By his measure, they have achieved 10 successful seasons in the 17 years since their last championship.

A job well done, people!

Before we toast another glorious Yankee season, a brief announcement: 

The Yankees will bring back our "dynamic duo," our favorite GM and manager, for at least one more year, though we hope for many seasons to come! 

Unfortunately, there is a chance that no baseball will be played in '27, or that a shorter season will not launch until mid-summer. 

America will not have baseball. 

New York will not have the Yankees. 

Our owner will not have a team.

But as the years go by, we will always be able to think back on 2026 and smile. 

I'm popping my buttons. We won 93 games. 

"Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall..."

 

In its inadvertently hilarious coverage of Hal's Big Press Conference yesterday, the NY Times—which increasingly seems to be suffering from the lack of all those copyeditors they fired—told us that:

"This off-season, Cashman will have to replace a few holes, including second base and centerfield."

Truer than Times writers Chris Kirschner and Brendan Kuty likely intended.

Beside the obvious problems with that sentence, did Kirschner and Kuty not observe who was playing, say, catcher and third base for the Bronx team this year? 

In fact, right into the playoffs—and despite treating most of the season like an extended spring training—your New York Yankees couldn't say from day to day whom 6 or even 7 of their starting nine would be.

George Lombard, Jr., showed great promise at short, but made a pile of errors and hit .237 in the bigs. A sure-fire Derek Jeter going into his second year, he ain't, much as I like the guy. Most of 2026, the outfield pretty much resembled that three-card monte game the Yanks like to put on the scoreboard.

Essentially, the team is set—more than set—at first base, DH, and maybe the corner outfield slots. That's it.  

Which, all said and done, means we are now "LOCKED AND LOADED!" 

Uh, Brian Cashman that is, not so much his team. Yes, the Ageless Schlemiel will be back with us again, his ability to come up with a ludicrous, easily ridiculed slogan for a new year once more on display.

I didn't think it possible to top, "Run It Back." But once again, I underestimated The Great Deflector. 

For all of the very valid complaints about this year's shortcomings, Boone is back, Cashman is back, and Hal Steinbrenner tells us that the problem was that the Yanks didn't hit enough. 

With apologies to the immortal William Wyler: They fool you, these nepo babies. They got a lot on the ball.

Even more depressing than the above analysis from the Paper of Record had to be Kirschner & Kuty's conclusion:

"Now that Cashman's contract is concluded, Yankees fans will care only about how he plans to make the 2027 roster a championship contender."

As opposed to...what, exactly? 

How Bri's doing on the dating apps these days? Whether Hal will float his "Soccer City" idea for the Bronx again? Just who Boone is waving to in the stands?

Exactly what are we poor idiot fans, in our fandom, supposed to care about beyond the game on the field? 

Here's one: how obscenely expensive everything at Yankee Stadium is for us poor fans. Not that the K & K boys or any other reporters, from any other media outlet, ever report on that.

No changes coming for Yankees. And we all know what that means...

My fellow Sisyphusians, here we are...

Hell. 

Another lost season. Another dead October. Another dropped boulder. Another dark winter ahead.

Because now we know that nothing will change. 

Hal will remain atop his shit pile. Cashman will keep his preferred parking place. Boone will hold the dugout. Randy Levine will keep doing - um - whatever it is Randy Levine does. Count the money, I guess.

Giancarlo will soak in the jacuzzi. Cole will turn 37. Judge will reach 35. 

Volpe will play 2B. The Martian still won't know how to catch a pop fly. A committee will occupy the DH. The YES men will applaud each move.

Other teams will unveil new stars. The Yankees will find a new Heliot Ramos. Tampa will run away with the AL East. Or maybe Boston. Or Toronto. Or even Baltimore. It won't matter. 

In late July, the Yankees will trade packages of prospects, to the delight of the Gammonites, to chase another wild card. 

The country will remain fractured. The coastlines will be underwater. The forests will be on fire. The wars will be continuing. The billionaires will be fuming about the lack of respect they receive, and A.I. will be getting tired of listening to our bullshit. Who knows? Maybe there won't even be baseball, at all.

But rest assured: Next year, right around now, I'll start a post with, "My fellow Sisyphusians..." 

Because here we are. 

Hell.

Yankees, Giants speak to the press, mysteriously

The majority owner,
speaking for the Toyota Yankees.

Hal says the offense is to blame for our flameout against Tampa, during the regular season and in the playoffs. 

But the guy who put that offense together is blameless, and the guy who chose which individuals would make up the offense day to day is also blameless, including the order in which the players hit and where they played defense.

The pitchers, who did great in comparison, did so because they pay close attention to analytics, which some of the offense does not. Tsk, tsk.

Why so many injuries? It's a mystery. Why is the defense so lousy? Also a mystery. Why are a bunch of amateurs (that would be us) better at identifying who to sign and who not to sign, and who to trade and who not to trade (and when), and who to play and who not to play? It's yet another mystery, perhaps the biggest one of all.

Why are Cashman and Boone blameless for all of the horrible decisions they've made? Well, because Hal doesn't think they've made horrible decisions. They're just peachy. A rather mysterious conclusion.

In further news, the Giants' new head coach had this to say about the QB situation:

“It gives us the best chance to play the best offense we can,” Harbaugh said of starting McCarthy. “I thought Jameis has done a tremendous job, won us games, played well. We think (playing McCarthy) gives us some good options on offense.”

Why would you replace a guy who has done a tremendous job, won games for the team, and played well? It's a mystery.

As George Carlin once said, if God is all-powerful, can he make a rock that's too big for Him to lift?

It's a mystery.

 

Top Ten Reasons Aaron Boone will return as 2027 Yankee manager

1. The photographs.

2. The videotapes.

3. The fact that there will be no baseball in 2027.

4. Secret deal with Putin.

5. Would need to pay remaining year on Boone's contract.

6. Aaron Judge said it's okay.

7. Preferred replacement Gene Mauch is dead.

8. Won big on Kalshi.

9. Save money on printing new business cards.

10. He knows where the suitcase is buried.   

On Mickmas Day, a Memory of Class.

Last night's awful slough of a playoff game to decide the American League pennant inspired just the right homily for Mickmas Day.

That's the Mick above, running out his home run against Sandy Koufax in Game Four of the 1963 World Series. It was the seventh inning, and The Mick's homer tied the contest at 1-1. The Yanks would go on to  lose the game, and the World Series, on a Joe Pepitone error, but nobody knew that yet. 

It was a big deal, The Mick's homer. So was this one, his walk-off home run off Barney Schultz of the Cardinals, in the 1964 World Series:

It was Mantle's 16th World Series homer, breaking Babe Ruth's record, and putting the Yankees up in the World Series. As you can see, The Mick—being congratulated by Frankie Crosetti—has got around the bases so fast that Schultz was not even off the field yet. 

Mantle has a ghost of a smile on his face, but he's not even looking up. He's not even looking at Cro, much less the losing pitcher. It was how he ran out pretty much every home run, even his 500th, in a career that left him third in the all-time home-run totals when he retired, with 18 more in the Series.

As you saw last night, Junior Caminero's home run last night, which put Tampa Bay up by 5-1 against Cleveland—but did not end or even wrap up the game, as it turned out—led to a 43-second celebration by Junior as he circled, uh, vogued around the bases, pausing for assorted chest thumps, victory bellows, and the like. 

Someone on the internet timed this epic celebration against how long it took Caminero's speedy teammate, Chandler Simpson, to get to first base on a bunt. (It came to 10.3 Simpsons.) 

Junior hit his homer off Cade Smith's Cleveland's closer, and a fine pitcher...though of course, he is no Sandy Koufax. When it comes to comparisons, I wonder how long Caminero would have had to take getting around the bases for a game-tying, World Series homer off Sandy K. 

Maybe 20 Simpsons?  Thirty?

I know, I know. I'm old, and styles change, times change. 

Mantle used to say that he always ran around the bases like that because he was sure the pitcher felt bad enough and he didn't want to make him feel any worse. Also, of course, even a 5-Simpson celebration back in the day probably would have brought a fastball perilously close to his head in his next at-bat.

I'm aware, too, that there were plenty of ways in which The Mick was not so classy. Junior Caminero might just have been carried away with the moment, and for all I know he spends his every spare moment during the off-season doing great things for his family and friends and orphaned children. 

Really—he could be a great guy.

But...there's something to be said for showing class on the field, all the time, no matter what else you are. That was The Mick. That was another reason why we loved him.

In 2023, it was Anthony Rizzo. In 2024, it was Anthony Volpe. Now, we learn Austin Wells last year was playing through migraines. WTF, Yankees??

Question of the Day: Do Yankee trainers actually talk with their horses? 

Three years ago, the Bronx Butchers played Anthony Rizzo for three months, following a basepath collision that left him concussed and unable to hit. It wrecked his season and career, and the Yankees fell out of first.

Two years ago, Anthony Volpe squandered a relatively hopeful first half after playing for months with a jammed shoulder. It ruined his shot at SS, and the Yankees floundered. 

Now, we hear Austin Wells played most of 2026 playing through migraines stemming from foul tips to his facemask. He couldn't hit, and the Yankees - as usual - flopped.

What in the name of Jalen Hurts has happened to sports trainers?

Have we reached that financial hellscape where players cannot - or will not - confide in team trainers about their injuries? 

Of course, players wanna play. I get it. The manly ethos tells them to ignore pain and button up, or you'll be traded to KC. Nobody wants to lose his job over an ingrown toenail. 

But but BUT... Jumpin' Jehosavat and WTF? Are Yank trainers viewed as spies of management who cannot be trusted? Or are they so obsessed with running the horses that everybody simply pretends all is well?

Yankee trainers last fall had one job. ONE JOB: Get Aaron Judge back for the postseason. They failed. 

Now we hear Wells was so compromised that he almost lost his career. 

There is no reason why the New York Fucking Yankees cannot afford the best medical staff in pro sports. 

But nothing works if players do not communicate with trainers.  

One person bears the responsibility of maintaining an environment of communication.

The manager.

He failed. 

And nothing is going to change.

"The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved" (Jeremiah 8:20)

Start Spreading, uh . . . like, you know – The News

 

News Flash! Austin Wells Says Foul Tips Sidetracked His Season. Is Aaron Judge to Blame???

 

Yankees catcher Austin Wells says that his wretched 2026 season at the plate—as opposed to his merely awful seasons at the plate in 2023, 2024, and 2025—may have been caused by multiple foul tips to the head. His condition only improved (marginally) after treatment, and switching to a "bulkier...hockey-style mask."

https://www.nytimes.com/athletic/7693650/2026/10/19/austin-wells-yankees-catcher-foul-tips/?unlocked_article_code=1.J1E.cx5Z.v3qhU92IChX7&source=user_shared_article&smid=ta-ios-share

Figures high in the Yankees' front office, who wished to remain anonymous, put the blame for Wells' injuries squarely where it belonged: on Aaron Judge.

"Actually, Wells wanted to go on the IL and switch to the bulkier mask much earlier than he did," one such source, who insisted that he be identified only as "LT," insisted. "Boone, Brian Cashman, all of us wanted Austin to get looked over. But Aaron Judge kept goading, taunting him into playing."

Some sources went even further.

"There is serious evidence that Aaron Judge actually inflicted those multiple blows to Austin's head," claimed another individual, who demanded that he be referred to only as "RL."  "I heard from someone who knows someone who should know someone that there is video evidence somewhere of Judge actually sneaking into the trainers' room while Wells was napping, and hitting him with Jazz Chisholm's baseball bat."

Asked why Judge would possibly do such a thing, "RL" merely shrugged.

"Who knows why Judge does what he does? The man is capable of anything. Remember when he concussed Anthony Rizzo, but kept making Rizzo play everyday? We didn't want to go along with it, but Judge is a big, big guy, and he will stop at nothing. I understand that he has access to a tactical nuclear device."

Above is a photograph of Judge allegedly making a great catch against the Dodgers in the 2024 World Series, though Yankees insiders claimed he actually used the opportunity to pass the Yanks' signals on to their opponents in the bullpen.

"It was completely irrational," confirmed another Yankees higher-up known only as "BC." "Not only did Judge disable Wells, but then he physically prevented us from acquiring a great catcher to replace him. I had a deal all lined up to get Hunter Goodman from Colorado, in exchange for two Dominican Summer League pitchers and $50 in ShopRite coupons. All I had to do was call the Rockies' GM back. But Aaron Judge pulled out my telephone, stood in front of my office door and would not let me out until it was too late."

To penalize Judge for his general savagery regarding Wells, the Yankees' front office said it would do nothing, save to continue to berate him in sleazy newspapers and on sports radio.

Boy-Oh-Boy – The New York Yankees Sure Could use a Laxative!

 

 

A Bitter Pill

I’m watching the playoff games, something I don’t usually do, but the Yankees were beaten so badly and so quickly that I had a whole bunch of unused rooting points.

I decided to use the rest of them against the Dodgers. KaChing!  

Apparently I still have a bunch left. 

I’m hoping that the Guardians ability to win on the road, while being sadly inept at home, carries the day. Probably not.

But, if the World Series pits Cleveland, a city I like,

and Milwaukee, home to Bob Uecker

I’m good with either. Not Tampa though. Screw them. 

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The reason I’m writing is...

I keep getting shown a commercial for Caplyta. 

In it a wealthy white woman apparently suffers from depression. I can relate to that. Well, half of that description anyway.

They show her sitting in her sun room, doing group yoga in the park with other wealthy depressed women, and hanging out on what appears to be a private beach with her husband, kids, and of course, their golden retriever.

As it turns out she is only able to be happy because of the drug. OK. The mind is complex, I can't speak to hers. So, fine. Glad she’s happy now. 

What’s pissing me off is the commercial uses “This Little Light of Mine” to sell the product.

A little background. Shortened from Wikipedia…

"This Little Light of Mine" is an American gospel song that originated in the 1920s, when it was first sung in Christian churches and penitentiaries…

The gospel song became popular among African American Christians, and it was later adapted by Zilphia Horton, amongst many other activists, in connection with the civil rights movement.”

They’re using a classic civil rights song to help sell anti-depression medication to wealthy white women. Wow. Just wow.

So now when I hear it I no longer think of Martin Luther King. Now I think of the overwhelming struggle of someone getting the wrong kind of milk in their latte. 

That’s just offensive. What’s next… "Strange Fruit" to sell tangelos?

Look, I don’t do the performative anti-cultural appropriation schtick. 

Well, to be fair, I also don’t love the Atlanta Braves tomahawk chop but that’s more of a, I don’t like stadium sized crowds raising and lowering their arms and doing death chants, kind of thing. I always get a “Triumph of the Will” vibe. 

But that could just be me.

This is America. The great melting pot. Appropriate away. You can call me a schmuck and I’m not going to bitch and say, “Hey! That’s my word!” 

You want to wear a giant hat made out of beaver fur in the middle of July? You should live and be well.

Dashiki at Thanksgiving?  Knock your self out. 

A dirndl when it’s not Octoberfest? Thanks for the view. 

This is not a person wearing a dirndl. The view is similar though. This is Front Row Amy. As El Duque mentioned, she sits behind home plate at Brewers games.  See the notebook in her hands? She manually scores the game. Charts every pitch.  I like her even more.  Why can’t the Yankees have fans like that?

All we get is…

I shouldn’t complain. At least she goes to the games, unlike her brother Hal.

But I digress…

I guess what bothers me about the commercial, aside from everything, is that someone, anyone, should have known the history of the song and pointed it out during the approval process. 

It just goes to our general dumbing down as a country.

I’m bumming myself out and now I’m depressed. If only there was something I could take…

 

Tampa or the Brewers? Which team should receive the Yankiverse's prized juju?

Here is comes: Fox Sports' worst nightmare - a Rays/Brewers world series that will draw Dr. Pimple Popper ratings, as MLB's owners prepare to self-immolate. 

Last night, you felt it: Cleveland looks to be sliding into Lake Erie, the cheesiest great lake, which hasn't even been renamed by the Mango. As the game ended, their lone star, Jose Ramirez, sat in the dugout looking pissed and mystified - pisstified? It's all over but the whining. Tampa in six.  

So, the Rays v the Brewers? What a concept: The two best teams in baseball, the two ascendant rosters full of youth and promise, crashing headlong into each other. 

To which franchise should Yank fans bestow our priceless juju? 

The arguments...

FOR THE BREWERS:

1. Neither Jake Bauers and/or Gary Sanchez - ex-Yanks - invoke any grand sense of infidelity. Bauers had no place with the Yankees; it's nice to see that he made something of himself. Same with Gary; a lot of water under the bridge, but no hard feelings. They can't all be Jorge Posada. 

2. Milwaukee has never hurt us. You gotta go back to 1957 to find a bloodletting worthy of vengeance. Eddie Mathews is long gone. That's too long ago, even for me. Yeah, Paul Molitor and Prince Fielder crushed us for a few years, but the Yankees were so bad, it really didn't matter. 

3. Gotta love that cleavage lady fan who sits behind home plate and scores each game in a scrapbook. I thought she had to be a marketing ploy. Apparently, she's for real. Been doing it for years. 

4. Tampa loathes us. Might as well loathe them back.

FOR THE RAYS

1. If they win, they will realize the emptiness of sports success. It will get it out of their system, and they'll be bad for five years.

2. On the eve of the owners' lockout, baseball's cheapest team wins the ring? Not exactly the cleanest prevailing argument for a salary cap.

3. Drew Rasmussen = future Yankee. (Or, more likely, a Dodger.) Either way, he's gone.

4. The traditional "root for your division" viewpoint, as championed by America's Mayor, back in 2024? Remember how Topps inserted Rudy into the Redsock celebration? 

Not sure it brings bragging rights, but if Tampa runs the table, the Yankees don't look so putrid by being whupped. 

FOR THE ASTEROID:

1. Who cares, really? Isn't this why they created Monday Night Football?

A direct line to the current Yankee doldrums extends from Caleb Durbin

On December 13th, 2024 - a date that shall live in infamy - the Bronx Barge traded Caleb Durbin and Nasty Nestor Cortes to Milwaukee for 2-time all-star closer Devin Williams, master of the high-spin changeup known as the Airbender. 

"The Yankees got their man yesterday," beamed MLB.com, in its own form of bending air.  

And, alas, here we are... watching at home.

At the time, Durbin was a buzzy IF pizza rat who had become Maury Wills in the Arizona Fall Instructional League, setting records for base stealing and - at 5'6" - reminding Yank wags of Dustin Pedroia and Jose Altuve - the diminutives who perpetually kill us. 

Instantly, the trade was hailed as a glorious Yankee victory - by the Yankees, anyway. Durbin was too small, the whispers said. Cortes had passed his sell-bye date - (and somebody had to take the blame for the 2024 World Series) - and the Yankees needed a closer. Even if Durbin emerged, he couldn't hurt us in Milwaukee. I mean, when was the last time Milwaukee hurt us? (Are you old enough to remember Del Crandall and Warren Spahn?) 

Of course, Williams turned out to be a disaster. He lost his job to Luke Weaver, who got Scott Proctored, and both ended up on the Mets. Williams finished 2026 with a 4.43 ERA. Yikes. 

But last winter was when Milwaukee traded Durbin to Boston. That's where the Yankee nightmare begins. The Brewers received Shane Drohan, David Hamilton and Kyle Harrison - all of whom are on the current playoff roster. The Redsocks got Durbin, Andruw Monasterio and Anthony Seigler, all of whom played a role in their turnabout season. Durbin overcame a horrendous first two months to bat .248 with 13 HRs and 20 SBs, with a growing reputation as a sparkplug. He'll enter 2027 as Boston's everyday 3B.

And the Yankees? Well, they spent all of 2026 searching for a third-baseman, which turned out to be Ryan McMahon. He hit 11 HRs, batted .213, and - worst of all - let it destroy his defense. 

Yep, everything turned on that Durbin deal, where the Yankees traded rising youth for past performance. It's our signature move. Congrats to all.