Friday, February 19, 2021

With bromides, bluster and a bit of hope, the Yankees begin anew

So, yesterday afternoon, with "Britton" trending on Twitter, who here didn't feel the terror? 

In a normal time, it would mean that Zack Britton reported to Tampa in a cast, or as a woman, or with a tumor the size of Tom Cruise and the message would be: Don't worry, everybody, he'll be back by Columbus Day! Instead, "Britton" popped up due to a tweet from Domingo German, which was like the Pentagon mobilizing over this new threat from Gorilla Glue.

Baseball has begun. 

So, today, let's set aside our fears over the bullpen, our concern for Miguel Andujar and our bewilderment over the fate of Gardy. Let's wish warm winds upon all those in the cold, and let's welcome the first baby-step of normalcy after a long, dark nightmare, which surely is not over.

But, dammit, baseball has begun.

Listen: 2021 won't boil down to autographs and baby-kissing. We'll face infuriating mishaps and daily controversies. The Yanks look like a good team in a weakened division, and our world series drought has become jinx-worthy, our owner's looming legacy. The Dodgers are baseball's premier team. We're not even a consensus runner-up. (Worse, that distinction may go to the Mets.) 

Still...  baseball has begun.

So, yesterday, Britton was dishing on German, who had tweeted cryptically - not for his first time - about his future, then deleted the tweet, raising ques-  aww, you know what? I'm not gonna sweat tweets this year... so, Britton ended up denouncing domestic violence, which is fine, righteous, important... but it's also a layup. He might well have said he thinks that he will never see a poem as lovely as a tree. 

And with that, baseball has begun...

My last pre-pandemic event came 11 months ago, in Sarasota. The Yanks were playing the O's, and "Coronavirus" was trending. We went to the game, taking selfies with giant Corona Beer posters, swimming in a viral sewerage pond - no masks, no social distancing, we might as well have licked the the toilet handles. Next day, Trump announced the lockdown. We caught the next flight home. Since then, nothing has been normal, except that I no longer fear house arrest.

Baseball has begun.

So, enough waxing. How about Red Thunder! I predict 35 HRs, 100 RBIs and .265. How about you? 
Only reason I ask is... 

Baseball has begun.


Anonymous said...

Only one thought today

Doug K.

JM said...

Begin the beguine. i haven't seen Sanchez strike out in far too long.

13bit said...

The Yankees have never won diddly-squat without a strong catcher - physically, mentally, and emotionally. We are standing on clay feet.

Scottish Yankee fan said...

Brett signs 1 year deal $4 million

Carl J. Weitz said...

Clint will hit .277, 28 doubles, 2 triples, 29 HR and drive in 96 RBI. Being more selective, he will walk 72 times. KO 89 times and his OBP will be .368.

HoraceClarke66 said...

No catcher, no shortstop, no pitching.

All of these predictions of the Yanks being the AL favorite are delusional.

We are in 1965 territory, my friends—with the exception that we're not coming off an unequaled, 40-year win streak. Sure, everything could go amazingly right, and the Yanks could go places. In a time when almost half the teams make the playoffs, anything is possible.

But it's not going to happen. This Yankees off-season was basically wishing on a star. Nothing got done, and the pitching staff notably deteriorated. I'm thinking 77-85, third place.