On that note, I apologize.
The Yankees just enjoyed the most pleasurable 24-hour stretch in memory, beating up on the hapless, itinerant San Francisco Giants in a laugher victory that started Wednesday night in the second inning. Thanks to opening day schedules, we've had a full day to gloat, to imagine Cy Young awards and breakout seasons, and to bestride the planet like the colossi of truth and wisdom that Yank fans are known to be.
It's all downhill from here.
That said, let's enjoy this. The Yankees clobbered SF, even if Netflix was more self-absorbed with celebrities eating hotdogs than with the actual game. (I'm still wondering: No Sydney Sweeney?) And yesterday, that one game was being used to validate an entire winter of standing still, a front office strategy that remains only partially cooked.
But, of course, that's only a fragment of the Yankee narrative. The larger, easier and more slow-moving plot line involves Aaron Judge. By now, even those self-isolating natives on that North Sentinel Island, off in the Pacific, the ones who kill Christian missionaries on contact - even they know that Judge, in the opener, went 0-5 with four strikeouts.
It's a development that had to be reheated on every cultural burner because, well, Judge is Judge and the Yankees used to be the Yankees.
So, Stephen A. Smith - who is running for president, they say - went on a 90-second bender about Judge failing in big moments. This is the world according to anecdote - to the reality of podcasts. We all remember when Judge swings and misses. When he uncorks that massive lunge, when he swings through fastball, he is the Babe, he is Mickey, he is Roger, he is Reggie and he is A-Rod, because you don't get to fully appreciate the greatness of a player unless you also tag along when he fails.
Two weeks from now, when Judge leads the league in every slugging category known to mathematics, Stephen A. Smith - who is running for president, they say - won't issue a retraction. And nobody will care. He'll be onto something else, creating flames from broken wind.
3 comments:
A talentless body with zero talent in his entire body criticizing one of the best (and maybe best ever ) right handed home run hitter.
He is a bigger bum than two arses and should be ignored and pointed at and ridiculed.
I don't bet but if I did I would put money on Judge hitting one or even two home runs in today's game
The A is for Ass. Pronounced /aes/. From the Latin word "asinus", meaning ass. Scientific name Equus asinus, a descendent of the African wild ass.
His specialty is pyroflatulence, which is why he always carries a Bic lighter.
The world we live in. The Dawn of Idiocracy.
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