News Item: Giancarlo Stanton may return as late-inning pinch-hitter for postseason.

 Giancarlo Stanton could return to Yankees this season

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Reportedly, Giancarlo Stanton—who injured his left calf while taking a jog to rehabilitate his a right calf injury that kept him out of the lineup for four months—is "doing some hitting."

Speculation has arisen that Stanton could make a gutsy comeback in the mode of Yankees star Aaron Judge, and return to the Yanks as a "late-inning pinch-hitter" in the postseason.

We here at "It is high..." will keep you informed of all new developments in this fast-breaking story. 

As the season winds down, can the Yankees achieve recursive self-improvement? Ten existential questions about the 2026 team.

Between now and Oct. 3, here are 10 unanswered questions regarding A.I. Yankee slop...

1. Is Anthony Volpe the new go-to IF backup? Can he beat-out Cabby, whose HR the other night belied a long, grinding slump?

2. Is Spencer Jones our postseason CF? Grish could return around Oct. 1, but he wasn't hitting or covering much ground before the hammy screamed. Is Jones the new Bernie? (Who should be in the Hall.) 

3. Is Max Fried the new No. 2 starter? (Schlitter is the ace.) Gerrit Cole cannot seem to avoid HRs. Did Fried's outing last night push him up a notch? Or was it just Minnesota?

4. Is Carlos Rodon the new No. 3? (He pitches this afternoon.)

5. Does Giancarlo get a final shot at 2026? (This sounds ridiculous, but it is apparently for real.) In a three-game series, you shouldn't need 15 pitchers. You can make room for a base-stealer - (Duke Eliis in Scranton, 55 SBs?) - and maybe even a famous pinch-hitter. Stanton? 

6. Is Clarke Schmidt our new bridge to Bednar? (Sorry, Brent.)

7. Is Ryan Weathers our new situational lefty? (Sorry, Tim.)

8. Is 3B a platoon of Ryan McMahon and Amed Rosario? (Can Rosario field the position?)

9. Can Jazz Chisholm return? (And does he sit against lefties?)

10. Knicks in five? 

Squirrel-Free Game Thread - 09/15/2∂

TRACKING FOR ANOTHER WIN ?

ONLY IF MAX AIN'T FRIED 

 

Yanks clinch a meager prize, the postseason. But let's give credit to a NY team that is not the Mets.

Well, it took nearly 150 games, but here we are - tickets punched for a three-game October rumble with Boston - where the fate of humanity can hinge on a bloop. 

That's baseball, Suzyn. For six tortuous months, you crash walls and snap hamstrings like bungee cords, and then everything boils down to three games - maybe two - in a gathering darkness, which the Dodgers will rule, anyway.   

With the AL's second-best record, to fall in the wild card round would make 2026 a colossal Yankee disappointment. But today, as the Yankees nurse their hangovers, let us give thanks for a franchise that, all things considered, is not the Mets. 

Ten takeaways:

1. Instead of Francisco Lindor and Juan Soto, the Yankees are led by Aaron Judge and Gerrit Cole. End of discussion.

2. You could tease the stats for 2026 and argue that Lindor and Soto had superior seasons, but in terms of leadership, there's no comparison.

3. Soto might someday grow into the role of a de facto captain. He's 27 and will probably hit his way into Cooperstown. But he shall never escape the burden of being baseball's highest-paid player. That's not nuthing.

4. With a lockout coming this winter, and the entire 2027 season in jeopardy, Soto's name will become shorthand for "overpaid." And depending on how the lockout ends, Soto might wear that "highest paid" albatross for the rest of his career.

5. The huge reception Pete Alonzo received at Citifield - Mets fans deliriously chanted his name - shows the hunger for team loyalty beyond the bottom dollar. I wonder if Steve Cohen heard. 

6. Who can explain the Yankee mastery of Minnesota? But last night, you felt it all game, even when the middle innings looked like a vintage Yankee loss. (I.E. no hitting.) Somehow, you knew their bullpen would crumble. 

7. Great to see Aaron Judge finally hit that HR, signifying his return. He has 18. He needs at least 20 - pulling ahead of Jazz Chisholm (19), Paul Goldschmidt (18) and Trent Grisham (18). Of course, Ben Rice has 38. (Tied for 3rd in AL.)  

8. Some Gammonites are calling for Cam Schlittler to be the AL MVP, in part because Ron Guidry got screwed out of it in 1979. Certainly, Schlittler deserves the Cy Young, but let's not put him on a pedestal guaranteed to topple.

9. Last night, George Lombard Jr.'s double launched the Yankee rally. He's been in a deep slump, that period of Stygian darkness that all rookies experience. The Yankees must play him at SS. And he must hit.

10. There is ridiculous talk of Giancarlo Stanton returning as a late-inning pinch hitter. Dear God. This is insanity. Are the Yankees swallowing their own bullshit? We've seen Judge battling to come back. Why subject Giancarlo - and the fans - to shaking off so much rust? Bad idea.

Watch out for them Minnesotan Squirrels, Game Thread . . .

 

 

Thirteen games left. The end is near. The Yankees have run out of time.

This week, the Yanks and Rays face certified tomato cans (the Twinkies and homeless A's, respectively.) Barring a collapse by the Tampons - (getting swept by a team 38 games below .500, with MLB's third worst record) - the AL East race is, effectively, over. 

Once again, the Yankees will finish 2nd.

What about that upcoming four-game set against Tampa? The odds of the Yankees sweeping the Rays are roughly equivalent to those of Mitch McConnell unveiling an erection on the U.S. Senate floor. The Yankees will be runners-up.  

Ten takeaways from a day when three out of four of NYC teams - the Giants, Jets and Yankees - all won. Sorry, Mets.

1. Cam Schlittler should be a lock for the Cy Young, but this crapola about winning the MVP? Nope. He's the Yankee MVP, for sure. But Yordan Alvarez in Houston could win the triple crown. (He's two HRs behind Junior Caminero, with 40, and tied with Ben Rice, at 38.)   

2. By now, the tabs have secretly decided never to use one particular headline: "Hail Schlittler." 

3. Since returning, Anthony Volpe is 4-14, due to his amazing first night back, when he went 3-4 with a grand slam. Since then, he's 1-10 and reverted to the Volpe we remember. Yesterday, he made a fine defense play, throwing out the runner with a Jeteresque leap. I think one verdict is in: He can play 2B, defensively. 

4. But will he ever hit? He has the Minnesota series to start. Otherwise, Volpe Derangement Syndrome will return. At that point, he will disappear on the roster behind Jazz Chisolm and Amed Rosario. He'll be home for October.

5. You know who deserved a better shot this year? Oswaldo Cabrera. Guy homered twice yesterday for Scranton - 19 on the season, batting .287 at Triple A. He played three games for the Yankees - three - went 0-9, and vanished along with J.C. Escarra and their adorable CarShield commercial. Oswaldo is 27. I still think he will have a decent career. But not with us.

6. Note to the Captain: Any time now, sir, feel free to stop lunging and start hitting. Any time now...

7. Let's give Cooperstown Cashman credit: Luis Garcia Jr. turned out to be a great trade deadline pickup. We spewed hot bile over Cash's failure to improve our bullpen and catching situations. (Which remain problems.) But Garcia is the real deal. He's hit .307 with 7 HRs as a Yankee. We have him under contract through next season, if there is one.

8. The Yankees are two different teams: 

a) when Hendrick, Blackburn and Bednar pitch the final three. 
b) when the rest of the bullpen must pitch. 

Conclusion? A shitload of pressure - maybe too much? - hinges on Clarke Schmidt. 

9. The Jets and Giants are undefeated! That will grab a bunch of tabloid back pages through October. It could be the difference in our final race. 

10. Prediction? Knicks in five.

I'll have the rat feces, fries, and some of that water there

The Giants won. The Bills won. (As my father used to say, the only truly New York team since they don't play in New Jersey.)

Even the Jets won. The Jets. That's spooky.

Meanwhile, a woman dies from measles--"no vax, please, I'm enjoying the golden age"--and the Legionnaires are performing in the Bronx (they were so great with Elvis).

A good time was had by all. L'chaim!

Can't Argue with THAT, MR. BøøNE ! (GT–º9/13/2∂)

 

The Yankee bullpen "Circle of Trust" is shrinking into a dot

So much for the emotional pageantry of 9/11.

One hundred forty-eight games into the season, the world still cannot figure out the enigma that is the '26 Yankees.

But but BUT... it's hard to see a championship destiny for this team. 

Certainly not after yesterday.

Saturday, one batter in against the Mets, the Yankees found themselves behind. By the third inning, they were in a deep hole. By the eighth, they were on the verge of using a position player to pitch. 

This is what happens when you burn your entire bullpen in the first game of a series. It's a frightening omen of what's to come. 

Right now, the Yankees have a bullpen of David Bednar and the exhausted, stems-and-seeds pair of Brent Headrick and Paul Blackburn, both of whom look increasingly spent. Yesterday, it meant brining in Bradley Hanner, who has bounced around the minors since 2019, finally making his MLB debut in August. The game quickly spiraled out of control, and today, the Mets - a miserable team of wasted money and failed expectations - are today poised to win the most emotional three-game series of the year. 

Every Yank fan knows the reality:

This team beats tomato cans and not much else.

Yes, we beat Boston at home, a series that hinged on a trapped fly ball - an umpiring decision that could have gone either way. But the Yankees could not hang in against Houston and San Diego. We hoped the world would change when Aaron Judge returned. Thus far, it hasn't.  

Yesterday, Judge went 0-4 with a strikeout. Since returning, he is 3-14 with a walk. Everyone is quick to note that he's "still in spring training," and working back to form, and he's got nearly three whole weeks to get there. 

It doesn't look like the Yankees can catch Tampa. But they should be able to stave off Boston. That means a best-of-three playoff series with the home field advantage. Today, the Yankees could clinch an appearance in the postseason - a big nothing-burger for their fan base. Soon, the entire year will boil down to a Circle of Trust that right now barely exists.

Something to ease the pain of today's loss to the Mets . . .

The Game Thread, The Year is 202∂, The date is The Twelfth of September

 

 

 

The Soto-in-Hell, Volpe-Rising, Met-Yankee Continuum goes on

An iron law of juju is to always, always, always embrace good sportsmanship and never never never mock an opponent - at least until the ass wipes have boarded the team bus after being swept. 

Then, let the feces rain!  

On that note, let's withhold our wanton cruelty toward the Mets and their beloved superstar left-fielder, the smiling and warm-hearted human ATM, Juan Soto. Watching the Juanster grimace malevolently, while occupying LF like a butter sculpture of Trump, is a new 9/11 memory night that I shall cherish, at least through Sunday.

But nothing today and tomorrow could change my view of the great Soto auction of 2024: Thank God the Mets outbid us. 

Ten Takeaways from last night.

1. Anthony Volpe continued to hit - 1-4 with a single. Maybe, just maybe, his near future isn't at 2B? 

Clearly, Jazz Chisholm's thumb will decide Volpe's fate, hopefully by the four-game Tampa series. If Jazz can hit, the Yankees could try Volpe at 3B, where Ryan McMahone - (the Yankee, not the Onondaga County Executive) - has for most of the season pounded out infield grounders. We could learn why Volpe played both 2B and 3B at Scranton. 

2. Last night, both McMahon and Volpe went 1-4. McMahon drove in a run with a dink pop fly into left field. (Looks like a line drive in the box score.) If Jazz comes back with any vinegar in his swing, it might be McMahon who loses his job.

3. But let's be clear: Two games does not a Volpe resurgence make. To be anything more than an infield selfie, he needs to excel through the next eight games.

4. Is Carlos Rodon finally peaking as a Yankee? It's been four years. Last night, aside from the HR - (which is an automatic for Yankee starters this season) - Rodon looked - dare we say - in command? In fact, he looked like a better chance of pitching the seventh and eighth than the Yank bullpen.

5. For the record, in his fourth Yankee year, Rodon's ERA is for the first time under 3.00 - (that's 2.96.) At 33, he seems to be getting stronger. Before coming to NYC, Rodon was a three-time all-star with a no-hitter on his resume. Over the years in NY, he's been a steady disappointment. Dare we hope?

6. Speaking of the bullpen, Paul Blackburn and Brent Headrick are clearly showing signs of Boone Abuse Overuse. It's a bad time for Boonie to be channeling Scott Proctor. 

7. Ah, yes... there's a name. Scott Proctor. The man who torched his jerseys at home plate. There's a Name That Yankee for Joe Girardi to ponder, eh?

8. Last night's game hinged on one nutso play, and the Yankees were just damn lucky. With the bases loaded, Headrick snared a line-drive back at him, a ball that would have scored at least one run, maybe two, and rejigger the game. Damn, we wuz lucky. 

9. Spencer Jones botched another play in CF. Well - checks lineup, sighs - we have nobody else. Up the middle, the Yankees are a carnival of uncertainties - Wells, Lombard, Volpe and Jones. So be it. 

10. Afternoon game today. Prediction: Knicks in five.

Game Thread – 09/11/202∂

 

"I plead the Fifth!"

—"Point of order! Point of order, Mr. Chairman! Those lobster tails were foisted upon me by a very friendly server!"

—I see, Mr. Clarke. So how many did this fair maiden 'foist' upon you first?

—"Um the first foist was only, uh, one. One extra."

—For a total of TWO lobster tails, then. But did you not, in fact, RETURN to the crustacean counter?

—"Uh, well, yes."

—I suppose that charming wench made you do THAT, too?

—"Well, she was very nice..."

—And how many lobster tails did you have THIS time?

—"Um, I ordered...two."

—Two MORE lobster tails! And how many did she FOIST this time?

—"Uh, one. Just one! More."

—I see. So add them up, gentlemen! That is FIVE lobster tails in all! Five! And three of them even before the foisting! Have you NO decency, sir? At long last, have you NO sense of decency at all?

—"Uh, no. But, you know, they were free."

—And did you dip these foisted crustaceans into melted butter?

—"...i did..."

—And we have not even turned to the steak! How many pieces of THAT did you have?

—"Only two. They were very small. As were the lobster tails. Tiny, tiny little tails. Like those on a kitten."

—I see. And now may I turn your attention to the Candy Wall—

—(sobbing) "Oh, not that! Please don't go into the Candy Wall! I plead the Fifth! I plead anything! Just don't tell them!"

The real highlight, of course, was being so close to the action. (I swear!). McMahon is really a wizard with the glove. I was determined to get him fielding a hotshot, but of course, could barely get my phone up before the ball was in his mitt or past him. I have a newfound respect for sports photographers, as these shots might indicate. 

Meanwhile, L'Shana Tovah to those who celebrate, and may we never see another 9/11.

A glorious night in the Bronx leads to a solemn day in Manhattan. Ten Takeaways

For the record, Anthony Volpe does not qualify as a prodigal son. He never squandered an inheritance. He never renounced his family. And until last night, he never returned with much more than a fart. 

After last night, who does not feel an escape from Volpe Derangement Syndrome? Trouble is, we've been here before. 

Which comes next, the happily-ever-after? Or the morning after?

Ten Musings from last night.

1. Volpe's slam reminded me of what's been missing since early May: John Sterling's beloved homerun calls, which had become a Yankiverse parlor game. In case you forgot, here was The Master's first-ever call for a Volpean blast:

"Anthony Volpe! A spettacolo oggi! Ohhh the fox socks one to left!"

2. Ridiculous, right? Cringey? Still, Sterling's moments of pure joy conveyed a grand, eloquent innocence. And it has me wondering:

Would it not be a great gesture for Michael Kay or Dave Sims to remember Sterling with home runs call for each player - especially those who were on the team during The Master's final incarnation. (Thinking Judge, Grisham, Rice, Wells, Volpe...)

3. Yes, some would find this as blaspheme. Not anyone could do it, but Kay could, leaning into his own longevity with the organization. He'd have to make it clear that it was a remembrance of John, not an attempt to steal his bit. But with every HR call, people would remember the tradition begun by Sterling.

4. At the least, come next May 4, the anniversary of Sterling's death, could Yankee announcers celebrate him with homer calls? Dunno. But I do know this: You cannot predict baseball, Suzyn.

5. Regardless of what happens next, it was truly satisfying to watch Volpe's grand slam and curtain call. Plot twists are a major reason to follow this show.

6. Cams showed Jazz Chisholm wildly cheering Volpe's HR. Good for him. But it had to hurt. If Volpe hits over the next two weeks, Jazz becomes a platoon player.

7. On a night of hope for misgiven prospects, Jasson Dominguez botched a ball in RF and looks headed back to Scranton. For The Martian - (that nickname is starting to carry a twinge of mockery) - 2026 looks like a total loss. Like 2025 was.

8. MLB did the Yankees and Mets no favor by scheduling a subway series on the weekend of 9/11. It smacks of trying to exploit the city's pain. This weekend, the Mets can play with abandon, for simple redemption. If they lose, who cares? Meanwhile, the Yankees face a pennant race.

9. Max Fried's inability to last four innings is a real concern. We've got Schlittler, Cole and - gulp - Rodon? Yikes. Somehow, I see Will Warren pitching in a critical situation.

10. The Colorado Rockies look like a terrible team - and next season's pennant winner. One reason: An ascending 1B named TJ Rumfield, whom we gave away for Angel Chivilli. I recognize that Rumfield was blocked on the Yankee roster. But I'm amazed at how they never seemed to give him the time of day. You win pennants with great 1B. And Colorado might just have one.

G'bye

 

 

Everybody's high on consolation

Everybody's trying to tell him what is right for him, yeah

Boonie tried to bore him with a sermon

But it's plain to see that they can't comfort him

 

Sorry, Brian, for the imposition

He thought he had it, he had the strength to carry on, oh yeah

He needs a drink and a new position

Now it's up to Shelley, ooh, what will be

 

He's gone, he's gone

Oh he, oh he

He better learn how to face it

He's gone, he's gone

Oh he, oh he

He'd pay the devil to redo it

He's gone, and he's gone

Oh why, what went wrong?

He's Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack ! Game Thread – 9/10/2∂

 

Just a touch of Brian in the night.

 

We don't need the latest edition of Anthony Volpe to be Reggie. All we need is for him to be Brian Doyle.

Doyle was a Kentucky boy, drafted in 1972 by the Texas Rangers, who had bounced around their farm system for five seasons, until Texas traded him to the Yanks along with Greg Pryor—destined to be another journeyman middle infielder—for Sandy Alomar, Sr., in 1977.

By then, Brian Doyle was best known as the younger brother of Denny Doyle who, with his quintessentially Boston name, had gone to the Red Sox in 1975 and boosted the Sawx into the World Series, hitting a completely unexpected .310 in 89 games...before receding into the wallpaper of mediocrity that was the rest of his major-league career.

(Bill Lee later blamed Denny for making an error and failing to complete a DP that would have ended the sixth inning of Game 7, with the Sox still holding a 3-0 lead. Most other people blamed Bill Lee for being a horse's ass and throwing an eephus pitch to the next hitter, Tony Perez. But that's another Boston trauma story, heh-heh-heh.)

Brian didn't look capable of conjuring up even those 15 minutes of fame (and infamy). A decent but not spectacular glove, he could and would play anywhere in the infield. A slap hitter, he never hit more than 4 home runs in a minor-league season, generally batted around .250. 

Early on it looked as though he might have some speed, but his base-stealing ability quickly diminished and then was gone. During his call-up to the bigs in 1978, he attempted all of three steals, and was thrown out every time.

That call-up came about because the Yankees, stumbling through the first half, came apart physically (as well as psychically, under Billy Martin). Doyle filled in as he could, but did not provide much. 

Used mostly as a late-inning pinch-runner or defensive replacement, he managed all of 10 hits in 54 plate appearances—every one of them a single. He also drove in no runs and drew no walks, making his batting line a statistical anomaly:  .192/.192/.192. 

Then came his moment. The Yanks held a reed-thin, one-game lead over the Red Sox, in their epic comeback from 14 1/2 games back, going into the last weekend of the regular season. They were hosting Cleveland, which would finish a distant sixth that year, but in the Friday night game they were wasting a terrific pitching performance from rookie Jim Beattie, trailing 1-0 going into the bottom of the 8th (Sound familiar?)

Cliff Johnson led off the inning with a walk against former phenom David Clyde. Fred Stanley ran for him, and Mickey Rivers, playing the forbidden dance of small ball, bunted him over. Then Willie Randolph hit a high chopper to third. He beat it out—but pulled the dreaded hammy racing to first.

It was Brian Doyle's moment. Maybe it was in the genes somehow. Maybe the Doyles were like certain, monocarpic flowers, that bloom only once, at night, under an exact phase of the moon, then never again.

Doyle went in to run for poor Willie. The Yanks pulled it out as Thurman, Reggie, and Sweet Lou Piniella hit three straight singles (Those 1978 Yankees could beat you big and beat you small.)

Doyle alternated at second with Chicken Stanley for the last two games of the season, the heart-stopping playoff up in Boston, the four-game ALCS win over Kansas City. He had 2 singles in 7 at-bats vs. the Royals, drove in his first major-league run, drew his first major-league walk. Steady, but not spectacular.

The World Series looked to be much the same. Doyle started twice, and had a single in the first four games.

Then, Brian Doyle bloomed. 

In Game Five, he went 3-5, with a walk, as the Yanks lined 16 singles and beat LA, 12-2, without so much as hitting a home run. In Game Six, he was 3-4, including 2 RBI, and his first major-league double, which tied the game at 1-1. The Yanks were never headed, wrapping up the Series with a 7-2 win.

The World Series MVP went to Bucky Dent, as well it should have, Bucky batting .417 with 7 RBI, and fielding brilliantly. But Brian Doyle finished at .438, turning 4 DPs in the field, and making no errors.

That's all we need out of Anthony Volpe now. No, not .438, but steady, error-free play in the field. Make the plays you need to make, stay within yourself, bang a few timely singles, turn a DP or two, and it's all good. 

That's it. Just a touch of Brian Doyle in the night. Do that, and we will sing your praises down the years.

Lo and behold, after striking out on previous attempts, Anthony Volpe has yet another chance to claim his Yankee heritage

Remember that intoxicating fog of hope we used to lustily breathe every spring?

The Martian? Homer Jones? Uncle Ben's Rice? Oswald & Oswaldo? Estevan Florial? Volpening Day?  

Remember the stars we were promised - Sevy, Nasty Nestor, the Kraken? - and how, as soon as we came to believe, they were suddenly replaced by the G-Strings - Giancarlo, Gleyber, Grish and Gallo...? 

Wellp, here we are - September going on forever - losing sight of Tampa and flicking off Boston - and we're back to that eternal Vince Lombardi Rest Stop, near rollicking Ridgefield, awaiting one more shot at a new Yankee heritage. 

And, gulp, is this real? 

At SS, George Lombard Jr. 

In CF, Spencer Jones.

Somewhere, anywhere, Ben Rice.

And now, at 2B, Anthony Michael Volpe, the pride of Morristown. 

(Note: After viewing this list, it occurs to me that Jasson Dominguez might not be far behind. Yankee OFs - especially those over 6'7" - should be careful with their hamstrings.)  

It's taken 140 games and six months, but that glorious wave of youth we've heard about since 2022 is finally within sight, thanks to Volpe's recent power surge in Scranton and Jazz Chisholm's hyper-extended thumb. 

That sprain might not only end Chisholm's season but crush his remaining time as a Yankee. Last night, after Chisholm's injury was disclosed - (Jazz hits the 10-game IL with 18 to play) - Jose Caballero (hitting .071 this month) took over at 2B. But as soon as the Yankees announced Volpe's recall, the juju gods began weaving their Lady MacBeth/Cashman machinations. 

Volpe returns with a BA of .240 and 1 HR, a rather dreadful OPS of .660 and a lame SB/CS ratio of 7/4. The big surprise of the trade deadline was that he didn't end up packaged with a wide-receiver and sent to some corn city backwater. And frankly, the biggest reason why Volpe remains a Yankee is probably that nobody else wanted him enough to part with a pencil sharpener.  

But but BUT...  he's hit 10 HRs at Scranton, on a tear of late, and here he is - back and receiving what few failed Yankee prospects ever see: 

A fourth shot at redemption.  

In the movies, he learns the power of love from manager Woodie Harrelson and becomes a Yankee legend. Dunno about that. But once again, it's Volpe! Bring it on! One more time, we shed our caustic disillusionment and face the fact that we are insufferable believers. One more time. Could it happen?

I will follow HIM. Follow HIM wherever HE may go . . .