I Told You That The Yankee Brass Would Disappoint

I started drinking early today.

Straight from the bottle.

I realized that I am living in an environment of lies and  incompetence, under the domination of  a billionaire, who is, at the core, useless, and inherited everything.  My universe is ruled by the whims
of a secretive, manipulative tyrant who brings dishonor to the realm, and whose disregard for the people is legion.

The Yankees are not re-building. They remain committed to the failed liturgy of "re-tooling."

Promises are displayed on a regular basis ;  the unexpected skill of Tyler Wade;  the superior play and power of Aaron Judge; the overwhelming dominance of Montgomery.
But what we get is the signing of a buffoon, a continuation of players whose contributions are long over-rated and stale.

Shockingly, and disgracefully, we are left, in reality, with only the empty promise that we have enough talent and leadership right now, " to be great again."
And these assurances are delivered by a shoddy and dis-honored PR flunky who is a puppet, and who has no soul.  Once again, incompetence is grandly rewarded for all who grovel to the king.

The addition to the team of Cris Carter, who is known to be incompetent at the position for which he was hired, was an early sign of the debacle about to unfold. And this morning, we all awakened to the news that the promise of greatness, the promise of re-building and re-fashioning this team into a champion, was, in fact, a promise to destroy hope and sully the future for everyone but the miserable family which now owns this franchise.  Instead of youth and promise, we get aging and stink.

The history of the Yankees is now coated in the lies and deceptions of the present.  All we have stood for is hanging in the balance.

We are all going to watch this promise of greatness wither on the vine.

It is going to be ugly.  That is why there is alcohol.