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First, let me thank you and any other phantasmal entities for shepherding me through these dark and turbulent times. I appreciate that I haven't been shot in a Wegmans or deported to Borneo. Knock on wood.
But today, I wish to formally revise my hopes for the 2025 Yankees.
Since the February arrival of pitchers and catchers, I have desperately wanted the Yankees to win the 2025 World Series, to avenge last year's embarrassing finale, and to break the organization's 16-year skein of cockroach-burger seasons. I'm starting to think that references to the team should include the sarcastic suffix, "2009 World Champs!" to spotlight our ongoing humiliation.
I no longer believe I will live long enough to see the Yankees - 2009 World Champs! - win it all. They have emptied me.
Thus, I no longer consider winning the World Series to be a realistic request. Nope. The 2025 Yankees won't get there. It's the bullpen. We've all seen it. We all know the truth: This is not a championship unit, no lead is safe, and nobody will rise from the muck to save us.
Therefore, I humbly request a secondary outcome.
It looks as though the Yankees will face Boston in a three-game wild card series.
Please, I beg of you, let the Yankees win it.
That's all. Let us knock out the Redsocks. After that, feel free to unleash the humiliations. I won't carp. Well, actually, there is a second request: That Aaron Judge win the MVP award. I'm posting stats to bolster the case. I do this, because I think he'll get dissed by the voters, who love to screw the Yankees, 2009 World Champs!
So, that's all. Just let us beat Boston, and I'll not whine. And if you can, don't let Judge be overlooked simply because his great seasons are the norm.
Do that, and I'll be happy. Even if I'm watching from a bar in Borneo.
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Being deported to Papua New Guinea would be worse.
That, or being a Mets fan.
Does the 1st Amendment protect me on this blog? If not, I'm just going to write haikus about my dog from this point on. I hope "they" like dogs.
He is a good boy.
He likes the Yankees a lot.
We both hate Brian.
Okay, is that safe?
Sometimes I think we're all crazy for devoting any time and attention to baseball while the Republic is being dismantled and the Constitution trampled under jackbooted foot. Everyone in the U.S. of A. should probably be marching in the streets, raising hell, and refusing to give up their rights.
I am in Germany. People here have a long memory, even if the AfD is gaining votes (still well under 20%). They see what's happening in American and can't believe Americans are allowing it to happen. They know where it ends up.
So I cling to baseball and this blog and this collection of sometimes rational and always heartening posters and commenters. By rights, we should despise the Yankees, their right-wing players and former players, and most of all, their owners. But it's hard to hate your life raft.
But they have such wonderful coffee
The diamonds?
A proper cure for the Yankees?
I’m glad you asked.
Thank you.
Nuclear core meltdown nerve death pain in tooth number 14.
F U n with a capital FU.
I love DOG haikus
At least it's something you can get your teeth into.
Good thing they did that moment of silence thing the other night. Season would have been cancelled otherwise.
(hope I didn't say too much in case "they" were listening)
Actually, JM - perhaps only one, single tooth into a solitary medical waste receptacle.
Ouch.
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