Tuesday, October 7, 2025

As the end draws near, Judge faces yet another judgement

You wonder what Aaron Judge ponders in private moments, if he knows any. 

Here he is - greatest slugger of his generation, perhaps its greatest athlete, a perennial MVP, a future Hall of Famer, rich beyond measure, famous beyond doubt, with a future career on ESPN or YES, whatever - set for life. He's 33. He could have three big years left before the balls shrink into pellets. After that, he can do anything: Run for office, host a game show, buy a hockey team, or take up pickleball. He could retire tomorrow and never again face the absolute pandemonium of an October in the Big Apple. 

What a world he must experience, nothing we will ever know. It must be a wild, perpetual swirl of faces - smiles, grimaces, lipstick, horror masks - always raging, always pleading for his attention, never ceasing. What happens when he needs to piss? Does his security detail plow a path? Every trip must be a motorcade, every movement a military strike. At 6'7," he cannot wear a shawl and pretend to be an old lady. Wherever he goes, the chaos, the adulation, it follows. 

Maybe Bruce Springsteen knows this feeling. Maybe Tom Cruise, or Taylor Swift, or Elon Musk, or Trump. It must be intense. How does anyone stay sane. (Should we assume they do?)

Reason I ask: Tonight, the cacophony could end. Somewhere, around 3 a.m., when the TV crews are gone, and the limos are lined up, and the $100 handshakes have been delivered to the clubhouse porters, the swirl could be over for Judge. The roaring will go silent, the locker will clang shut, and the crowd at the gate will have dwindled to family, cops and stalkers. He'll still be Aaron Judge - the 6'7" tower, the face of the Yankees - and he'll never again know regular life, but another season will have ended, perhaps miserably. 

This week, Judge has faced an impossible task. He had to outdo not just Vlad Jr., or Ohtani, or Cal Raleigh... but himself.   

In this postseason, he is 8 for 18, with a BA of .444. On a winning team, those could be series MVP numbers. Most players (looking at you Giancarlo, at .150) - would take them happily. But if the Yankees lose tonight, all anybody will remember is Game One, with the bases loaded and everything on the line, when he lunged for a pitch in the dirt and fanned on what should have been ball four. A colossal failure. 

It's not fair, but unless Judge delivers over the next few days, that's what the world will remember. 

Last year, around now, the Yankees returned home after losing two in LA. Neither Gerrit Cole nor Carlos Rodon could stop the Dodgers, but the team remained defiant. They were home, and everybody knew that Judge would soon heat up.

Well, they never returned to LA. In the 2024 postseason, Judge went 9 for 49 with 20 strikeouts. And along with a fly ball that bounced off his glove, the strikeouts are what I remember: Judge marching to the dugout, glancing back at the pitcher, before gently setting his bat into the rack. 

It's not fair, the burden we've placed on Judge. But it is what it is. And if the season ends tonight, it will be 12 months before he gets a chance to change the narrative, and on the Yankees, 12 months is a million lifetimes. Every year, the stone just gets heavier. Either he has a couple big games, or maybe he should start thinking about pickleball.

18 comments:

HoraceClarke66 said...

I think it's called "acquired narcissism syndrome," Duque. For most people, of course, narcissism is a dangerous delusion. For our celebrities today, it's a not-inaccurate view of their reality.

They really ARE the focus of everyone's attention. They really CAN make a vital difference in everyone's life: sign that contract, make that endorsement, do that deal, etc. Must be hell, if you don't figure out how to cope with it—and how do you do that?

But I pledge to continue to leave Aaron Judge completely alone, as long as he learns to cope with a pitch or two this October.

The Hammer of God said...

Duque, that pitch in Game 1 was not in the dirt. I re-watched it on youtube just now. It was maybe a bit above ankle high when Kirk caught it.

The 97 mph fastball up and in on the previous pitch set it up beautifully. I wish Yankee pitchers would do that more often - bust hitters inside with heat, then throw away with soft stuff. By the way, that fastball was almost a strike. Had Gausman put it in the strike zone, I don't think Judge would've got a piece of it. Good hitters protect the outside corner with two strikes. That means good pitchers sometimes throw the fastball on the inside corner to catch the hitter looking at strike 3. Another thing Yankee pitchers could do more of.

AboveAverage said...


Dark times in
Bright places
Fear in the eyes
On everyone’s faces
We were off
Off to the races
Now everybodys tripping
On their own laces
Why
Cry
Whine and
Complain
We knew this
Was coming
We knew this
Would end
It’s gonna be
An interesting
Tuesday
Enjoy it
My friends

(Coffee time)




The Hammer of God said...

The big problem with Yankee pitchers is that they mostly don't know what the hell they're doing. That's why there are so many Yankee killers on the Jays. That's why they make Vlad the Impaler look like the greatest hitter in MLB history. It's mostly bad coaching. If he hit that way against everyone, he'd be a .800 hitter with a 25% home run rate. Obviously, he doesn't hit other teams like that.

This ain't just with the Blue Jays. This goes back years with the Red Sox and Tampa. Evan Longoria, remember that guy? He'd be hitting .180 coming into a series against the Yankees and he'd go 12 for 16.

You gotta give Gausman credit for that at-bat against Judge. He wasn't going to give in to Judge. If Judge was going to get on base, it was going to have to be via a bases loaded walk. Unfortunately, Judge lost his discipline on that last pitch. But like I said, Gausman set it up beautifully. That's the art of pitching right there. You toy with the hitters by reading them and setting them up for failure.

HoraceClarke66 said...

Great points all around, Hammer! I think this has become very clear during the—no surprise!—Cashman years.

The Yanks never adjust—and lose over and over again in the playoffs to the same teams: Angels, Red Sox, Astros, Tigers. Now they can't beat the Blue Jays. All sports—and especially baseball—are about adjusting when the other team has your number.

Not for the Yankees. Cashie is a self-convinced genius, who has figured out everything, and just gets beat by the luck of the die. It's a good thing that he comes from money and lives today. A hundred years ago, he would've come into town on a cartload of cantaloupes and been fleeced of his life savings in about ten minutes. He's that kind of sucker.

The Hammer of God said...

Amen, Hoss! Beautifully said!

13bit said...


I'm telling you beware, beware of the handshake
That hides the snake
Listen to me now, beware
Beware of that pat on the back
It just might hold you back
Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes
They don't tell the truth
Smiling faces, smiling faces
Tell lies and I got proof
Your enemy won't do you no harm
Cause you'll know where he's coming from
Don't let the handshake and the smile fool ya
Take my advice I'm only try' to school ya

Carl J. Weitz said...

Cashman left off Ryan Yarborough because he said he wanted " more power arms." Sure, he did leave Leiter Fluid off the postseason roster as well, but he couldn't get anyone out. That was evident to everyone, including Cashman. But he is a piss poor talent evaluator, most notably with pitchers. If he were around in the mid-late 80s and had the opportunity to draft or trade for Greg Maddux, there's no doubt that the genius would have thought Maddux didn't have enough velocity and the ability to strike batters out. The only way to get rid of Cashman is for someone to spring his female stalker from jail.

Rufus T. Firefly said...

I know where I'll be at 8 p.m.

Entertainment at its best, MeTV:

8:00pm
The Andy Griffith Show
Barney Fife, Realtor (s5, ep16)
Andy lectures Opie about the importance of informing a potential buyer of the true condition of the item being sold. Meanwhile, Barney decides to dabble in the real estate field.

8:30pm
The Andy Griffith Show
Goober Takes A Car Apart (s5, ep17)
Andy needs someone to answer the phone at the courthouse while he is in Mt. Pilot at a sheriff's conference and Barney is on vacation. Against his better judgement, Andy agrees to let Goober man the fort.

Rufus T. Firefly said...

Boone and Ca$hole.

Which one is Goober and which one is Barney?

The Hammer of God said...

This goes back to the ying/yang thing and "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu. If you only know yourself, you will win 50% of the time. If you only know your enemy, you will win 50% of the time. If you know yourself and your enemy, then you will win 100% of the time.

And I think Bruce Lee wrote (I paraphrase) that you and your opponent are one. Every action by your opponent causes a reaction on your part. Every action by you causes a reaction from your opponent. Martial arts is yin/yang in action.

What they were talking about is that merely doing your own thing is NOT good enough if you want to win. The Yankee coaching emphasizes spin rates, pitch selection, exit velocity, swing angle. Not enough of reading your opponent, reacting, adjusting, strategizing, practicing the art.

That's right, pitching and batting are no different than doing martial arts or fighting wars. Pitchers have to know the batter, meaning they have to make whatever adjustments are necessary to get the guy out. Vice versa for the batter against the pitcher. If you have a tunnel vision approach of only doing your thing, you'll get your butt handed to you by a superior opponent who can adjust to what you're doing.

The Hammer of God said...

The Yarlboro Man could have been very valuable in this series. A guy who changes speeds and can get soft contact. Also is a good change of pace from all the hard throwers. I would've had him on the roster. Seriously, Cashman thought Blackburn was more valuable than Yarbrough? That's crazy. Blackburn has the most mediocre stuff I've ever seen. No way Blackburn should've made the roster.

The Hammer of God said...

That sounds good, Rufus. I might do the same. You'd have to be a masochist to watch the Yankees tonight.

AboveAverage said...

Coffee was tasty
I added some cream
Looked my Television
And let out a scream
10 hours from now
The torture begins
No adjustments made
Big miss and a swing
Boone’s Savages
Never learn
Anything


DickAllen said...

Perhaps in the off-season, Judge can spend some time with Kershaw. The two would have plenty to talk about when it comes to playoff failures.

BTR999 said...

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

The Hammer of God said...

The savages in the box were tamed by Yesavage. We're going to have so much fun with that guy's name, eh? Yesavage Le Savage. Ye savage Me savage. Te savage We savage. Savage vous? Oui, je savage. Not since Youkillus and his brother Wekillyou have we have had such fun. Not since Rougned Odor and roughneck odor. Ye Savage Le Savage: sounds like a cologne for a safari in Africa. The endorsements will be a-comin' soon.

13bit said...

The hot stove season
Begins for us at midnight!
All hail King Brian!