Of course, nothing matters, aside from the tweaks.
In his "Welcome to NY" phase, catcher Ben Rortvedt has caught "the Yankee common cold," an oblique tweak. He'll miss opening day and - considering our history with this mysterious complication - we might not experience Benny Biceps until May.
A strained "oblique" is hardly rare to Yankees. The Aarons go through them like popcorn, though I have never known one. (The strain, that is, not the muscle.) Google calls it "a muscle neither parallel nor perpendicular to the long axis of a body or limb." So, now that we've cleared that up...
Still pissed about yesterday's revelation that the Yankees have been outbid - and outwitted - by the Twins. The Minnesota Twins. For years, the Twinkie steadfastly comforted us in October. When we reached the postseason, they'd be waiting at the gate, wagging their tail, ready to lose.
Now, I cannot shake the feeling that, like Boston in 2004, some cosmic switch has been flicked, and another old time patsy is plotting comeuppance.
I think, in terms of recurring history, the Yankees are back in 1989 - a year away from fully cratering, and maybe five from winning anything that matters. Then again, maybe I'm reading too much into a box score. Here it is.
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I'm so sick of watching muscle-bound ballplayers break before they ever get to the plate, or blow a muscle before they reach 1st.
For a nickel, I'd happily put a lock on the Yankee weightlifting room, throw away the key and make the Yankees learn yoga instead.
I would also fire everyone in training and development. Maybe when ballplayers spend as much time stretching as they do pumping iron, maybe we can get through a whole season without record injuries.
Bob Nightengale is reporting that the Red Sox have signed SS Trevor Story.
We really put all our eggs in the Anthony Volpe basket.
Can we get a statement in writing from Hal that if this plan backfires spectacularly we can get a new GM?
Listening or reading Boonedoggle talk about injuries, prospects and rehabbing pitchers gives me flashbacks to 1974 and listening to a guy in a beige leisure suit from Best Motors talk to my Dad about the virtues of a used 1972 Vega which then became my chariot for my last three years of college.
[P.S, for those that wonder if there is a God let me tell you that that rust bucket never broke down on the Thruway or 104 and somehow made it up every hill. A verified miracle.}
At this point, I don't care if Anthony Volpe is the second coming of Honus Wagner. He is going to have a helluva time playing on the field alone.
And yeah, what a shock about Rorty. Who could ever have seen THAT coming?
Not meaningless El Duque. The Yankees Brass never said that they would go big time and they did not. The fans assumed. Genius Cashman and Cheapskate Hal are married to "On The Cheap." No hit Marwin Gonzalez are "on Board" and Manny Buenolos is back. Fourth place and many giveaways at The Stadium!
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