There is a simple reason--some might call it an excuse--for last night's terrible showing.
As it was stated in The Athletic:
The team didn’t arrive to its hotel until around 4 a.m. Monday with a 6:40 p.m. first pitch.
How, how, how, in the name of all that's holy, can a team be expected to beat a very weak opponent after such a gruelling physical ordeal?
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Answer:
Fast food and Drugs.
Hee-hee! Spot on, Duque! I am, right now, sitting on a bus streaking through Pennsylvania, then upstate New York, for my weekly, 4-5 hour trip to teach a course (bore you with that later). A bus I had to be up at 4 AM to catch.
Point is, I am doing it for considerably less than $5-$40 mill a year, even pro-rated! I get off on campus around 10:30, get ready to teach a class that starts at 1:25, goes to 2:40—then office hours!...
...NOT saying that this is exactly the Donner Party. But there are people who do this every single day! I know—I see them!
Garbagemen, countermen and women, cashiers, cops, construction guys, subway workers. They're all up and out there, and while some of them get decent money and bennies due to years of struggle by those who came before, none of them are getting ballplayer money!...
...This is the sort of thing that ballplayers and execs alike just don't get. As the great Cyndi Lauper sung, money changes everything. Ballplayers want to pretend they're just blue-collar guys. They're not. They're incredibly well-off entertainers—and as such, need to expect to perform on cue, as live entertainers do. And if they can't, the greed head owners need to price their entertainments accordingly.
Jerry Seinfeld used to say how anybody can be funny—but can you be funny at nine o'clock tonight? You go to a Broadway show, you pay through the nose there, too, but you see performers who grin and dance and sing the same old, insipid song, perfectly, eight times a week.
I know that sports are different. But saying that you only had about 12 hours to sleep in your five-star hotel? That's not cutting it as an excuse anymore. Not at these salaries.
I'm with you all the way, Hoss. As someone who once worked night shifts and - during the terrible, drug-addled 1980s, could sometimes not make it to work on time at 10PM while making minimum wage, I have zero sympathy for these man-boys. They are allegedly professionals. They have the resources to do what they have to do. And they are facing the same challenges that previous Yankees have faced and, somehow, overcome to win championships. These fuckers need some heart and some cojones, and maybe not in that order. I'm not expecting them to have much in the brains department.
But what about all those math and science and english tutors retained to help educate these men children aboard all their charter flights ?
WHAT’S THAT YOU SAY ?
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I should have become a union plumber. Instead, I threw myself into the arts and now I'm worried about money. Fuck these overpaid morons. Oh, but I sure love my Yankees, yes I do...they're not like the others...
Your last two sentences sure sum it up.
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