Monday, April 27, 2026

That's Entertainment!




As I commented during yesterday's game, Gil was pitching himself out of the rotation. Not that that was a brilliant prediction by any means, but here we are. Faster than I thought, really.

As many people here predicted, the Glass Giant is now on the IL. He'll be back. In the meantime, the Martian has landed. He was having a nice year in AAA. Hope it continues. Hope he actually gets to play. Smells like a DH at this point.

Boone, you idiot, do NOT platoon the kid. Like Rice, he will hit either species of pitcher if you give him a fucking chance.

Happy Monday!

Sunday, April 26, 2026

My Little Game Thread – 04º26º26 (they say that fish can breath under water)


"INQUIRING MINDS WANNA KNOW"

 

WE WILL NEVER, EVER LOSE AGAIN!!

 


Just a quick reminder, before the real game thread.

Damn. This time, the Yankees really did a number on Boston


We'll always have last night.

For the rest of our lives, we'll link Satan's evil pig roast shoot-up with Boston's trashing of Alex Cora.

As everybody knows by now, a shirtless Californian attacked Washington's Dark Ball, prompting the Secret Service to swarm, the TV news foreheads to pee themselves, and Trump to demand a new ballroom. This came just hours after Cora and his coaches - (Suck on it, Jason Varitek) - were bottled up and set out with the Japanese tide - and a day after the Yankees burned Fenway to the ground, metaphorically.  

So... long haul, will either matter?

The Yankees are riding an 8-game win streak. Thus far in this rotten millennium, they generally follow Newton's Third Law of Motion: An object in motion creates an equal force in the opposite direction. Thus, they'll soon lose eight straight. 

It can happen. After today, the Yankees face the Rangers, Orioles and Brewers. Could they fall apart? Of course.  

But but BUT... Damn... We haven't seen many moments like last night. 

This time, the Yankees drew blood. Reporting the news to their radio audience, Dave Sims and Suzyn Waldman didn't try to hide their joy. Suzyn, cackling, noted that it wasn't Cora who traded Mookie Betts and Rafael Devers. Sims invoked the "S" word: Scapegoat. I haven't heard an elderly couple laugh so heartily since Arthur Treacher waved his fish stick at Merv Griffin. 

All of which leaves Boston in a youth movement that doesn't seem to be moving.  

Baltimore knows the feeling. Its former No. 1 prospect in baseball - Jackson Holliday, now 22 - is reporting pains in his hand in a rehab that has suffered several setbacks. What if it limits him? In the World Baseball Classic, Boston's Roman Anthony was hailed as MLB's next big thing. What if he's not? 

(By the way, The Martian also inhabited this rarified air. As did Anthony Volpe.)

I know, I know... I'm assigning too much meaning here. But... DAMN! We got to them! We screwed them! 

Cora will rebound. He'll get a job. And for the rest of his career, whenever his team plays Boston, his players will be leaping from the rafters.   

An 8-game lead? Pttuui. It can vanish in three weeks. But... DAMN! This was different. This time, we drew blood.

Once upon a time, there was a good man named Cora...


 

Phil Rizzuto called him "Little Joey Cora," an honorific from one small guy who could bunt to another.

Oddly, Rizzuto also married a woman named Cora, but we are not here to psychoanalyze Ceasar, we are here to bury that other Cora.

Alex Cora looks like a weasel and, at the very least in 2017, acted like one. The Asstros stole the year from the Yankees. Everyone says so and you can bet your third imaginary assassination attempt it's true.

After that heinous, trashcan-banging year, the Red Sox hired him twice. TWICE. With only a brief pause to let the worst of the press coverage die away.

This tells you everything you need to know about the Red Sox organization. About their fans. About their charming, whiny, third-tier city, which unfortunately was not buried during the Big Dig, wasting a once-in-forever golden opportunity.

Alex Cora will no doubt swim around in the wading pool for a while, but some other amoral, godless organization will probably hire him down the road a piece. Off the top of my head, that would mean LA, but they don't need a weasel, they have an inexhaustible barrel of Hollywood stage money.

FOX always needs a new weasel, so there's that possibility. ESPN has a fine track record in that regard, also.

Let's see where the perpetually unshaven shifty bastard ends up.

Saturday, April 25, 2026

WE WILL NEVER LOSE AGAIN!!!

 


"And though we choose between reality and madness

It's either sadness or euphoria..."

Or, you know, we could follow the New York Knicks.

Personally, I'll take euphoria. But even knowing, as a longtime fan of the New York Yankees, how likely it is to end very soon, a win is a win is a win is a win is a win is a win is a win.

I'm not even discouraged by the injury to Stanton which, as our Peerless Leader writes, is likely to keep him out of the lineup for weeks, not days. Counting on Stanton not being injured (for the first time since 2017) is something that only a sad, naïve child would do—someone like Brian Cashman.

As to who should replace him, well, Anthony Volpe is coming, as surely as summer turns into fall, and fall into nuclear winter. If that means that Ryan McMahon gets pushed to the bench—with Rosario/Caballero taking over third—it might even be an improvement.

But apart from that, I'm all with sandman.  Yes, bring up the "wrong-handed" Triple-A bats, Spencer and The Martian. Courteously give Paul Goldschmidt his walking papers, too, along with a laurel and hardy handshake. Bring up all those hard-throwing kids for the pen.

The pillars of the earth are shaking loose, within baseball and without. Time to get one more before it's too late, baby.







True colors?

For years, I could watch Quick Pitch and immediately identify the teams being featured. Now, it can take a while. Yes, okay, I'm getting pretty old, but MLB teams aren't exactly helping.

I realize that I'm spoiled by 50 years or so of fandom when team uniforms came in two varieties: home and road. But that's gone way by the boards.

Last night, the White Sox--"white" being the key there--were decked out in deep red and black. Nice contrast. I'd think the Black Sox reference might come into play in making this choice, but guess not. It's been over 100 years, nobody under 40 knows.

The KC Royals, famous for their powder blue uniforms (as to whether or not that was origninally a good choice is not up to me)? White. 

I see a jersey and I want to paint it black...
I think the Mets have taken to black or very dark blue jerseys for a while now. It still throws me for a nanosecond or two.

The Miami Marlins, they of tropicala and joyous sunshine color bombs? Black. Yuck.

Cincinnatti, being the Reds, wore black.

The Orioles, it turns out, are in Bmore, not Baltimore, proudly displayed against a white background on a jersey with green sleeves. They did sneak in some traditional orange here and there.

The Blue Jays may be blue because of the way they're losing, but the jerseys are black. Death metal? Suicidal?

The Twins were twins with a lot of other teams last night, wearing black.

The Braves wore red, but not a pure red. More of an orangey, "warm red." A bit like the Agfa logo.

Washington? Blue. If only.

And black for Pittsburgh, possibly due to the heavy soot from all those steel factories (that don't exist anymore).

I don't think any of these involved City Connect but I'm not sure about Bmore. Once those get cranked up, I'll have to deal with really stupid and really ugly along with unfamiliar.

My golden years aren't gold, either. Guess that's the way things are going.




Everything was fine... so Giancarlo tweaked something.

Everybody knew this would happen. 

Giancarlo Stanton was taking extra bases. He was sliding, dancing off first, chugging around the paths, even stealing a base. (He had one this year - his 43rd over 17 seasons.) A fuse was gonna blow, a hatchway was gonna burst. The Edmund Fitzgerald of Designated Hitters was going to sink. And everybody knew.

They're listing him as "day to day." This is bullshit, of course. He'll be out four weeks. Maybe six. He's Giancarlo Stanton. There's no such thing as day-to-day. There's week-to-week, maybe month-to-month.

Damn. Right in a 7-game winning streak. Third best record in baseball...

Because Stanton bats RH, it won't free up The Martian or Spencer Jones, or much of anybody down in Scranton. For now, the best RH remedy might be Paul DeJong, a 32-year-old utility IF, who is hitting .193 with 5 HRs. Yeesh. Is Pronk Hafner still playing?

Wait. There is another name. I hesitate to say it. Anthony Volpe. He's four games into a minor league rehab assignment. Too small a sample size to matter, but he did hit a homer the other day. If Volpe takes over, maybe we get a month to see - once and for all - whether he can hit MLB pitching. Does the prodigal son of New Jersey have a month in him? 

Friday, April 24, 2026

Game Thread – Coming up a little short in Houston – 04•24•26



 SEE WHAT I DID THERE . . .  (you may need your glasses)

Suzyn Waldman: "Can I just say, this pitching and defense thing for the Red Sox is not working out."

— Richard M. Nixon (@dicknixon.bsky.social) April 23, 2026 at 8:14 PM

Cam F---n Schlittler could become the first Redsock Killer of the post -Bambino Curse era

6th best ERA in baseball
 As you know, this site - this oasis of unadulterated truth porn - is THE LAST PLACE ON THE INTERNET to find hyperbole. 

Nope. We simply do not allow it. In daily discourses, our trained baseball technicians sift through continents of data, moving at the measured pace of Melania trying on shoes. 

Thus, we shall not over-sell the current situation regarding Cam Schlittler and his former home, the vacated city of Boston. 

Last night, despite a leaky defense, Schlittler shut down the Redsocks in Fenway, before a hateful crowd that yelled its greatest taunts and gravest threats, doing everything to disrupt him but eat raw pigeons. He pitched eight great innings, handling Boston, as he did last October. Already, the mere sound of his name sends shivers down the spines of Redsock fans who are still debating the Verdugo trade.

But but BUT... Schlittler is not atop the TOP TEN YANKEE LIST OF REDSOCK KILLERS. Here is the current ranking.

1. Babe Ruth. (Duh.)

2. Mariano Rivera. (58 career saves, 0.92 postseason ERA v Boston, despite - um - one game...)

3. Andy Pettitte (career 21-10 v Boston.)

4. Jack Chesboro (Between 1903-1906)

5. Ron Guidry. (career 14-7, pitched the Bucky Dent game)

6. Mike Mussina (Came within one out, Carl Everett, of perfect game v Boston. Also threw three huge innings of relief - first of his career - in the Aaron Boone game.

7. Allie Reynolds. (No-hit them)

8. Goose Gossage (saved the Dent game)

9. Thad Tillotson (In 1967, after two straight brushbacks, he beaned a Redsock, creating havoc.)

10 Schlittler. (In progress.)

Schlittler has already bypassed Roger Clemens, Luis Tiant and David Cone, who played for both. There can be debate on Whitey Ford, Dave Righetti and - personal fave - Ramiro Mendoza. 

Cam Schlittler could soon become "Cam Fucking Schlittler" the most dreaded name in the Boston lexicon. It's too early to enshrine him, but damn... you can't be heaping too much pressure when the guy to beat is Thad Tillotson, right?

Thursday, April 23, 2026

04º23º26 – Back from the Packie in time for a Pissah of some Wicked Schlitt !


 

Cam Schlittler is learning the ugly truth about Boston. He must not let it consume him.

Tonight, the Yankees can - for now anyway - put to rest...

1. Critics who questioned returning the 2025 team.

2. Fears about 3B, the bullpen and the rotation.

3. Concerns about the Martian. (Last night, in Scranton, he went 1-for-4 with two Ks.) 

4. Those who proclaimed the Mets to be NY's team. 

5. The month of April. 

That's the problem. April. Tonight, no matter what gives, the Yankees cannot touch May. Nor can they bury Boston. 

Sorry. It's just April. Even a win tonight - a sweep in Fenway that would build a 7-game bulge - it's a Melania fart on the East Lawn. When the Yankees and Redsocks play again - June - Taylor and Travis will be nearing their wedding, gas will cost $20 per gallon, the Knicks will be done, the midterms will be upon us, the aliens will have revealed themselves to humanity, and we'll know the truth about Cam Schlitter: 

Tonight, the Yankees will learn a lot. Schlittler's return to the Boston area, where he grew up, has brought out the worst of the Redsock Nation - a veritable zombie apocalypse of knuckle-dragging wildings. Not since Roger Clemens returned to Fenway, fostering a hysteria that terrified his wife and family, has Boston's frat boy fan base been so defined by its nutjobs. 

Yank fans like to think we are the craziest - the Chambliss HR, the nails on Ed Whitson's driveway, the drunken singing of "New York, New York" - but let's give credit: Boston has always had a special sauce. The security guard who fought Jeff Nelson. The guy who took punched Gary Sheffield. Just last night, down 4-0 in the 9th, the Fenway crowd several times chanted "YANKEES SUCK." God bless 'em. 

And now, death threats against Schlittler. Death threats.

Congratulations, you obese, odorific, developmentally challenged, lost-cause sickos. Bravo! Somehow, you managed to lower expectations of basic humanity, which were already so deep into the sewers of crazy, that nobody cared what you think or do. So, you made death threats. Great. Get comfy on the rat couch. Eat another bag of chips.

Tonight, Schlittler can make Boston pay. Or not. We should not add any stress to what already is a pressurized situation. Whenever pundits predict a Yankee-Redsock pitchers' duel, the bats go wild. Boston has scored one run in 18 innings. They won't stay quiet forever. 

It would be wonderful if Schlittler can make them eat their own crapola. But it's a long season, it's still just April, and whomever rules in September - that will be the outcome that matters. April is too early to sweat - or heap any more pressure on Schlittler. 

A shutout will do. A no-hitter would be nice. That's all.

Wednesday, April 22, 2026

Game Thread – 04/22/26 – Start Spreading the. . . uh . . . like, you know, uhm . . .





 

The awful truth! Mets cursed by being...the Mets!

 




Breaking news! Mets cursed by The Cocoanuts!

                                            THE CURSE OF COCOANUTS


This wholly invented: Mets cursed by Florida land development known as The Cocoanuts.

Mets fans were reportedly mollified to hear of this latest turn in the mystery of the team's 12-game losing streak, but still had serious questions concerning a duck.





News flash! Mets cursed by Sollozzo!

                                               THE CURSE OF SOLLOZZO


New revelations from sources not far from the New York Met but not all that close, either, reveal that in fact the team has been cursed by maverick opium importer, Virgil "The Turk" Sollozzo. The Turk, who is known to be very good with a knife, reportedly wants control over "all those umpires Steve Cohen carries around in his pocket like so many nickels and dimes."

New development...Mr. Sollozzo, alleged curse holder over the New York Mets has reportedly been shot dead in a Bronx restaurant, along with an unnamed precinct captain who is known to be a dishonest cop, a crooked cop who got mixed up in the rackets. 

No news yet on the gunman, who was reported fleeing from the restaurant in a pair of bright, sparkling red, "kinky" boots.






Correction to previous correction! Mets actually cursed by Bébé Rébozo.

                                                 THE CURSE OF RÉBOZO


It appears that in fact the New York Mets have not been cursed after all by either Il Duomo or Andy Cuomo. Instead, sources close to the team confirm that it had fallen under the ensorcellment of notorious Florida fixer, and best friend of Richard Nixon, Bébé Rébozo.

Mr. Rébozo, who was reached while trying to negotiate a deal to get himself out of hell, told reporters:

"Sure, I'll take that rap: if it will restore the reputation of Dick Nixon. Mr. Nixon was the greatest president this country ever had, and I was proud to serve as his gold caddy."

Asked if he thought that Mr. Nixon had anything to do with Mets' losing streak, Rébozo replied, "You'll have to talk to my lawyers."





Correction! Mets cursed by Andrew Cuomo!

                                        THE CURSE OF ANDY CUOMO


Correcting a previous news report that claimed the New York Mets had been cursed by the Il Duomo cathedral in Italy, it has now been learned that in fact the Mets were cursed by the disgraced former governor, when he made improper overtures to the team's bats.

Mr. Cuomo, shown here on the verge of being tickled, has already apologized for his interaction with the bats, saying that, "Maybe I'm old-fashioned" but that he had hoped fondling the bats would "heat 'em up, get 'em to show a little life!"  

Mr. Cuomo has denied actually French-kissing any of the Mets' lumber.




This just in! Mets cursed by magnificent, 13th-14th century cathedral!

                                        THE CURSE OF IL DUOMO



Inside observers have let it be known that the New York Mets, losers of 12 straight game, seem be laboring under "The Curse of Il Duomo." Reportedly, the curse came about because team owner Steve Cohen, scouting the beautiful Florence cathedral told reporters that he wouldn't have hired Brunelleschi to build one of his casinos.  

The Mets have reportedly approached the Vatican for advice on how to lift the curse, but their efforts have already been scorned by President Trump, who derided the pope as "soft on domes."





Rich team woes: Could Yankee roster soon be overloaded?

Last night, in the perpetual gloom known as Triple A, Anthony Volpe - the Yankee prodigal son - went 2-for-4 with a homer, lifting his rehab BA to .400. He is 6 for 15, and his inevitable promotion to NYC - and maybe into the starting lineup - is just days away. 

Meanwhile, last night, in the caustic blur of Fenway, the current Yankee SS, Jose Caballero, went 0-4 with two bellyaching Ks, including a fruitless ABS challenge, which stranded a cruise ship of runners. A "Meh" night for the Cabster, who is batting .234 with a withering On Base Percentage of .280. Considering his base-stealing prowess, if Caballero could reach base at the MLB average - .322 - he'd force Volpe to buy a condo in Scranton; there'd be no place for him.    

Ah, if "its" and "buts" were candy and nuts... 

Unfortunately, Caballero's ceiling - at age 29 - looks to be made of concrete. A .322 OBP looks like a bridge too far. And Volpe still has the "What if?" factor on his side. What if he hadn't been injured for most of last year? The Yankees have ridden with it now for three years. George Lombard Jr. is almost ready. But they're going to try Volpe one more time.

Soon - like, any day now - the Cashman A.I. algorithm will promote Volpe from Scranton, unleashing a roster transfiguration that, for better or worse, will reshape this team. 

Volpe's return will probably mean the disappearance of OF Randal Grichuk, perhaps permanently. Thus, to complicate matters, Grichuk last night went 2-4, suggesting an awakening from his brutal 2026 start. (He is 4-for-24 - .167. - with an On Base Percentage of .192. Horrible, eh?) Still, his exile will force the Yankees to use two infielders - Cabby and Amed Rosario - to regularly play OF, while the infield becomes a logjam. They will be flying a plane with three wings and one propeller.  

And, as usual, the farm system gridlock will worsen.

Last night, for Scranton, Jasson Dominguez went 3-for-4 with his 3rd HR of the season: he's batting .333, tied for 9th in the league. Spencer Jones, the lost incarnation of Joey Gallo, went 1-2 with a walk - (and, of course, a strikeout.) Lately, Jones has been on fire. He has 5 HRs - tied for 7th in the league - and is hitting .261 - (with too many strikeouts.) The thing is, Jones is supposed to be a fine defensive CF, which means he might be the first responder to a Yankee outifield injury, leaving The Martian forever stranded in the Strait of Boone. 

Why am I saying all this? Well, part of it is to uphold the grand tradition of all Yank fans: When in doubt, whine! I mean, seriously, what a problem! A returning starter, and too many infielders. Woe is me! We just beat Boston. Break glass!

The Yankees are on a roll, and Volpe will soon return - with or without a place to put him. The captain has turned on the SECURE SEATBELTS sign. Hold on. It might get bumpy.

I'll just leave this here

 I know, I know, and I hate to put up a too-extensive quote from another source. But this was irresistable:


Devin Williams heard the loudest boos. He faced five batters in the ninth inning and failed to record an out. After blowing a save on Sunday, he fared even worse on Tuesday. In a nightmarish outing, Williams walked the first two batters. When Kody Clemens put a bunt down, Mark Vientos’ throw to third base was too late. Then, with the infield in, Luke Keaschall hit a single to make it 4-3. After that, and with the bases still loaded, Williams walked Matt Wallner.

Tuesday, April 21, 2026

Game Thread – 04•21•26 – Hopefully we see a different kind of GIL today at Fenway


(inspired from a comment today by JM)

The real Yankee season starts tonight

Light the flame. Let the games begin. 

The first Boston/NY battle of 2026 - our forever war - brings old and new realities. Here are 10...

1. Thursday, we'll glimpse the true Cam Schlitter. His start in Fenway, the lions' den, will attract every taunt, every threat, known to humanity and its offshoot species. It will be his second start against Boston, since strangling them in last year's playoffs. Schlittler looks like a future Yankee ace, a bedrock arm, an all-star starter. Thursday night, we will know.

2. Okay, sorry if I just heaped another payload of fertilizer onto Schlittler's shoulders, but fukkit: Pressure is the oxygen of this rivalry, and nobody gets out alive. No matter how the first two games go, Schlitter's appearance will be the Coachilla moment when Sabrina Carpenter introduces Madonna - enough raw chlamydia to douse the planet. Nobody escapes. 

3. Wait: One person did escape: Redsock revenge darling Sonny Gray tweaked a hammy and is out for two weeks. Too bad. Just in time. 

4. Redsocks will start two lefties, forcing Aaron Boone to gag on the Ben Rice conundrum. The Yankiverse wants Rice at 1B, but our manager is the Gene Mauch of Bobby Valentines. Gotta believe he'll go with Paul Goldschmidt. Let's hope Goldy is up to it. He chose to play in NY. He knew what he was doing. As Bugs and Daffy would sing, "This is it, the night of nights..."  

5. In the lost, fun-time years of the Curse, also known as the 90s, the mighty Yankees often lost their first series against Boston. This magnified our enjoyment when September arrived, and we beat their pasty asses. Those joyful days ended 20 years ago. In this millennium, it's the Yankees who need to prove themselves. And if we get blown out this week, April meant nothing, and they have the better team.   

6. Luis Gil, the weakest link in our rotation, starts tonight. You couldn't write a worse scenario, in terms of heaping pressure on Schlittler. 

7. Breathe. Even if they're swept, the Yankees will still lead Boston.

8. A Redsock victory will put, as they say in the Red Bull commercials, "wings on their feet." It could also rescue Caleb Durbin, thus far, a huge disappointment. 

9. This series also offers potential Yankee resets. Giancarlo Stanton can start over, with Ryan McMahon and Jazz Chisholm.

10.  MLB schedulers screwed the Yankees by playing Thursday at night. No afternoon getaway. We won't see Boston again until June 5. Missing the entire month of May. By then, Cole and Rodon. And a new tweak by Sonny. Such a different world?

Monday, April 20, 2026

 THE LAZY YANKEE FAN'S GUIDE TO PHYSICAL FITNESS

   Well, here it is, folks. Time to get off your fat ass, get off that damned couch and do something physical. Word is that, if you're a sedentary couch potato, it doesn't take much to improve physical condition. That's the good news. The bad news is that, if you're already in excellent condition, it will take a tremendous effort to improve even slightly. But I'm writing this for the former class. Am I right in assuming that you're sedentary, that the only "exercise" you typically get is walking to the refrigerator for a beer?

   Well, no need to waste any more time. Just do this and you're on the way: (1) 10 goblet squats; (2) 10 pushups; (3) 10 goblet squats; (4) 10 pushups; (5) 10 goblet squats. Rest for a minute or two between each set. If you're struggling to complete the ten with any set, don't cheat, just do whatever you can manage without maximum effort. For example, 5 pushups is perfectly okay, even 2. Just do each repetition with perfect form. That is the key. If you cannot even do one pushup, that's okay. Do the "lady" style pushups, with knees on the floor instead of your feet. No judgments here. It's not where you begin, it's not even where you end up. It's the journey itself that matters.

    To check on perfect form, I suggest youtube, as a video is worth a million words. But I think most people know how to do a correct pushup: you start from a horizontal position, with arms straight (elbows locked), hands underneath your shoulders. Lower yourself until your chest is an inch above the floor, then push up to the starting position. That is one rep.

    The goblet squat is also easy: just stand feet about shoulder width apart, hands lightly clasped in front of you like you're holding a goblet, then lower yourself, keep the back straight, until the tops of your thighs are about parallel to the floor, then raise yourself to the starting position using the power of the quadriceps. That is one rep. You can position the feet pointing slightly out, as that can better align the feet with the angle of the hips, reducing strain on the knees when lowering yourself.

    The first workout, you're aiming only to get things going. Do not work too hard. Only work enough for a slightly tired feel. There should be no maximum exertion. Rest two days, then repeat. If you feel aches and pains after a day or two, you did too much. If everything feels good, you can do 2 more repetitions in each set the next time. For example, if you did 10 goblet squats in each set and feel great two days later, you can now raise the reps to 12 squats.

    The goal is to get to 25 reps, 3 sets of each. Once you get there, you're on your way. You will be able to add numbers to adjust to your body. When I was about 20 years old, I could do almost 100 pushups in one set without stopping for rest. I wouldn't recommend that for most people, but you get the point. I think the maximum pushups that I'd recommend would be about 50-75 in one set.

    As always, with physical exercise, there are risks. You could have a heart attack and drop dead. You can get hit in the head by a tree branch going for a walk. You can attacked by a rabid rabbit in the woods. All the more reason to start slowly and know your physical condition. If in any doubt, it's good to get a routine physical from your physician before doing any demanding training routine.

    Whenever you do repetitive movements, as all physical fitness exercises are, you should watch out for repetitive stress injuries (RSI) to tendons and ligaments. That's one reason why using correct form is vitally important. It lowers the risk of RSI. You also have to know the difference between "good" pain and "bad" pain. Typically, good pain is a slight achiness in the belly of a large muscle: it indicates that the muscle will build up and get bigger over the next day or two. Bad pain is anything in or near the joints. If you feel bad pain, you have to shut down that exercise until the pain is gone. Then you have to figure out why that pain is happening and how to keep it from happening again. Was it bad form? Was is too much, too soon?

    This is a good time to get physical. We'll play the Red Sox tomorrow. That means frustration, excruciating losses, anger management. We'll need the exercise!

What to do about Ben Rice? Play him. Every day. Somewhere. Damnit.

Clinically speaking - (which is the only way I roll) - Ben "Original" Rice has been the best goddam hitter in baseball during the moist and molten month of April.

Check out the numbers on that chart. Stat porn! That's what it is. Keep your hands above the keyboard! Only Yordan Alvarez - a great DH from Houston - comes close to Rice's beautistics. 

So, of course, we wonder: 

Will the Yankees Bloomberg him? 

I refer you to the great, bittersweet Ron Bloomberg, history's first DH, a Yankee top draft pick, who flirted with .400 at times during the 1970s, while the Yankee front office systematically turned him into half a player. 

The brain trust platooned Bloomberg, even in the minors, ensuring that he would flail at lefty pitchers, and leave Yank fans forever wondering what coulda, mighta, been? As it was, he finished an eight-year career with a respectable lifetime BA of .293. Also, he married a girl from Elmira. (Anybody deserves points for that.)

But this is about Ben Rice, another lefty bat who has invigorated the Yankiverse. 

Please, please, please... tell me the Yankees won't Bloomberg this guy.

Because they might. 

Late this winter, the Yankees signed Paul Goldschmidt - a veteran, stand-up guy and possible future Hall of Famer. His role: To platoon with Rice at 1B and, thus, keep the young player from becoming what he might be. 

Listen: Goldschmidt is a quality human being. Any other player with his credentials - and there are few - could be publicly demanding more playing time. Goldschmidt wants a ring, and let's hope the Yankees take up his challenge, when the August trade deadline balloons the budget. 

Meanwhile, Rice has done his share.

Against RH pitchers, he is currently hitting .333. with 5 HRs. 

Against lefties, where the Yankees limit his chances, he is batting .353 with 3 HRs. 

Damn. He needs to play. Every day. And not just until he cools off. 

The Yankees are reaching a crisis point with young hitters. Last year, Jasson Dominguez - aka The Martiain - finished at .257, a BA that, considering the carnage of modern free swingers, was hardly reason for him to be disappeared to Scranton. But that's what happened. The Yankees decided he can't hit lefties, so Dominguez was shipped out, and unless somebody in the OF gets hurt, Dominguez might waste another season at Triple A. Not many teams in baseball would let a prospect with the ceiling of Dominguez languish in the minors, where he is currently hitting .309. 

Ben Rice has earned the right to play every day, even if it means displacing two borderline candidates for Cooperstown - Goldschmidt and Giancarlo Stanton. And I'm not talking about putting him at catcher, where he'll just get beaten up.

Rice is the future of the Yankees. Keep playing him, dammit.