All of it. The whole shebang. The entire watermelon. The full Monty Python. The complete collection...
Our hardest hit ball was courtesy of The Martian's iron glove: He clanked the ball against the left field wall, turning a catchable fly into a rally-commencing double. From there, it was all routine - walks and bloop singles, the standard-issue Yankee loss.
Every Yankee debacle defeat brings forth one such madcap moment, where the defense encounters a play that, at a major league level, simply must be made... and we blow it. They're not always listed as errors. They just kill us, that's all.
So, are we at the point where Dominguez gets benched, so Giancarlo can play left field - as we chase the wild card - screwing up both players, and maybe the Maury Caballero, too? Savannah Bananas, that's what we are.
Another Devin Williams loss. For this, we scuttled the beard ban? Guy is killing us, so what does Cashman do? He trades for two more, just like him. Savannah Bananas.
The micro-mini man we traded last winter to get Williams, Tyler Durbin - of the first-place Milwaukee Brewers - is hitting .295 over last 30 days. He's up to .262 on the year. (Jazz holding at .243.) Shoot me.
Worst part of this collapse? It coincides with Boston rising. Redsocks waited, built a farm system, kept their prospects, and now they're rolling us over like a banana truck in the hills outside of Utica. My God, this is a dreadful year, and mark my words: The worst is still to come. I need a booster. Calgon Bath Oil Beads, drink me away.
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I guess we can quibble about the details, but the bottom line is, we are blind and our dog is dead.
And no one is coming to save us.
Well…..
We all know that Williams won’t be saving us.
Or anybody else, for that matter.
So put down the phone and run.
R U N !
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuunnnnnnnn !
Oh . . .
I think that E.D. isn’t really drinking alcohol.
He’s binging on soft serve swirl.
Down the street, in a cup or a (DAVID) cone at his neighborhood Carvel.
Enjoy the binge- leader E.D.
Put a cherry on top from me
In full disclosure, I didn’t even watch last night’s game. No sir, not one pitch. That’s how bad things are. I knew Judge's return would be meaningless. He stopped hitting for a month before his injury, and has of struggling when he returns from injury.
Not sure what else to say about boone. He was a bad hire to begin with, and extending him during the winter was nothing short of corporate malfeasance.
Bottom line: To start the season, the Yankees played 55 games of .636 baseball. Since then, we played 59 games of .424 baseball. So now here we are, sinking like a stone with a a provenly incompetent manager, so bad it seems he’s trying to lose.
The only question remaining: How low can we go?
There's a trapdoor in every bottom.
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