Baseball Rule #2024:
When your closer is Oddanier Mosqueda, you're either...
a) In the Venezuela Winter League.
b) Working on a rap lyric rhyme to "See ya latah!"
c) The Yankees, still claiming they don't need Blake Snell.
Yes, Oddanier Mosqueda. What finer way to tell the world - (and Scott Boras) - that the Hellbent Yanks couldn't care less about last year's NL Cy Young winner. They've got Oddanier - a 24-year-old, 5'10", lefty exile from Boston's farm system. In 2021, he got the win in the big Americas Olympic Qualifier game against Canada! Last year, in Triple A, he threw 61 innings with an ERA of 5.31. Yeah. That Oddanier. We got this.
Oh, and did I mention the Codys? Cody #1 - Cody Poteet - threw 1.2 scoreless innings. (As Vonnegut wrote, "And the birds cried Cody Poteet.") Cody #2 - Cody Morris - went 2.1 and took the win. Yeah, who needs Snell?
The problem? One pitcher mattered yesterday, and he got Navalyed. (What? Too soon?) Nestor Cortes gave up 7 hits and 2 ERs, unable to last the 3rd inning. (He barely escaped the 1st, after loading the bases with one out.) This against Minnesota, who was playing the cast of Knott's Landing.
Of course, these outings don't matter. (Unless it turns out that they do.) And I don't mean to beat the dead horse known as Blake Snell. I believe the Yankees are making a massive mistake by attaching their best batting order in the last decade to a wafer thin rotation, which won't survive the injuries we know to be inevitable. But whadda I know? Sunday, the YES announcers patiently explained why it's fiscally imprudent to sign Snell; let's appreciate their diligence in carrying Mr. Steinbrenner's bucket of water.
Yesterday's 9-2 win happened amid reports that they are still talking to Boras. Frankly, I doubt this. I think Boras is using the Yankees to drive up Snell's market. The Yankees will play along, because it makes them look like big money tycoons. Hey, they almost signed Yamamoto!
Nope. You want to see into the Yankee future? Forget Snell. Think: Oddanier Mosqueda.
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Yeah, every time I see Poteet, I think of Vonnegut. So it goes.
Boston is a very damp and rainy/snowy place, so it's no wonder they had Mosquitos. Now we have that problem. It sucks. Watch out for a malarial outbreak in the dugout sometime this year.
Nestor, Nestor, Nestor. Like I always say, he and Trevino had their "one great year" and that would probably be it. Back to obscurity. It was fun while it lasted. Toodles.
Snell still lurks in the shadows. Who knows what evil lurks in the heart of Hal? The Shadow do.
Man oh Manischewitz, are we fucked.
Holmes then Mosqueda, and see you later!
I remember Ross Mosqueda.
And just think: while the pitching staff is getting torn to shreds and the bullpen is shot to hell come August, we can enjoy the sight of Juan Soto, standing at the plate, admiring all the doubles bouncing at the base of outfield walls all across the AL.
Won't it be fun when some enterprising outfielder, backing up the play, will catch him out at second?
Peeing on our legs and telling us it is raining. Yankees B.S.
By August, Cashman will be busily explaining to us how Soto can easily be replaced by that new hit show, Spencer and The Martian.
Hoss, they’re also looking at who can replace Torres next year. Vivas? Peraza? Durbin? Hardman? There’s quite a list.
I had a mojito once. I thought the salad ruined it.
Fun fact: mojito is Spanish for "I want to piss off my bartender."
Dick, I saw that Donaldsonesque clip of Soto. Great. Another sell admiration dude.
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