Saturday, July 7, 2018

The Clouds Gather....

Hicks left the game in the 5th inning, I think.  His hammy tightened up a bit after a slide into second base.

The report from manager Boone is that they "won't need an MRI, unless he wakes up tomorrow in worse condition."

I have never known a " barking hamstring" to go away after one night's sleep.  And, given the intensity of the Yankee's schedule in the next 10 days, center field could become a problem.
Get the MRI ready.

In the 9th, lightening struck again, as Chapman "bunny hopped " after his first pitch to the second batter.

Again, the official word is; " we decided to err on the side of caution."  Nothing dire is expected.  It is a condition he has been battling all season.

I expect dire consequences, personally.

So it is an opportunity ( again ) for others to step up.  Clint Frazier will become a short-term regular in the outfield mix.  He needs to hit and play great defense.

Can Betances handle the closer role?  He has been superb as the set-up guy, but what happens in his head if he moves back to closer?

And with Sonny Gray paddling rubber boats at the institution for psychiatric rehabilitation, can someone else from Scranton  or Trenton contribute?

It isn't even mid-July and we are listing to port.

The best we can hope for is that no Yankee goes to , or plays in, the all star game.

Rest is far more important.

1 comment:

HoraceClarke66 said...

Talk about a Pyrrhic victory...and yes, the wife and I were discussing Pyrrhus just this morning...

The one thing to said about it: today's game may have put to rest our greatest ears in one fell swoop.

Happ sure did look hapless. And just who are we supposed to trade now, for him or anyone else? Frazier, the guy we need to play the outfield? Drury, what with Torres out? A good young pitcher, with Chapman maybe out?

Nope. Nobody left. Except for Neil Walker, Jacoby Ellsbury, and Sonny Gray, of course. Oh, and Chasen Shreve, who managed to surrender another home run in his 2/3 of an inning today. Aw shucks: no trading the future for a putrid, three-month rental. Damn.