Is DJ a new Setback Sevy? and other existential questions, as the end of April looms

Last night, the Death Barge bested a tough, youthful, scrappy ballclub, so plucky that no less than three cities - Oakland, Sacramento and Las Vegas - currently claim them. (See, Stang? That's how you jinx an opponent.) They topped a marquee rollcall of Olympian sluggers - RUIZ! NODA! ROOKER! BROWN! NEVIN! GELOF! BUTLER! LANGIELLERS! ALLEN! YOURNAMEHERE! - by a score of 4-3, thanks to big hits from Giancarlo and Ratso Rizzo, both of whom lifted their BAs into the .230s. 

The Yanks lead the AL East by one half-game over the recovering tankaholics of Baltimore, which we'll face next week after a trip to beer garden Milwaukee.

Once again, our Dream Team 2020 struggled to score - winning via a nonstop firehose torrent of bullpen arms, which will likely turn to dust by June. To be or not to be... When will this lineup hit? That is the question...

Listen: Aside from Cleveland - a city that considers Cher a Hall of Fame rocker - nobody in the AL has a shutdown staff, and the Indians Commanders Guardians soon will drop their guard. We play two home games against Las Oaklamento. Losing either is not an option.

Other news bits...

Oswaldo game logs

1. DJ LeMahieu's celebrated rehab in the dirt leagues last night lasted all of 20 minutes, before his foot barked and he called it a night. He'll get more tests. This is horrible news. It's also normalcy in a Yankiverse that remembers Pavano and Severino. 

DJ hasn't been himself for two years now, and it's time to fear the worst: That he won't be back, or that he'll be compromised, and that Oswaldo Cabrera will soon hit a California mega-drought.

Lately, we've sipped longingly from the Oswaldo-has-figured-it-out punch bowl, but his batting average is falling to - well - where? He was among league leaders. Now... when will it level off?

We're already hoping he can platoon with DJ, but what if 3B becomes a wipeout? We could be back to a bottom third that recalls Lyle Overbay and Jason Nix.

We were told this was a different lineup, a transformed batting order. Exactly how much Yankee gaslighting occurred in March? 

2. Bernie Williams is prepping to play with the NY Philharmonic. Congrats are in order. Cynics will grumble that an ex-Yankee great surely gets preferential treatment, and yeah, there aren't many Core Four members on Spotify. But back when my sons were attending SUNY Purchase, a lonnng time ago, Bernie was taking classes there, honing his guitar skills. 

The lone Parents Weekend I attended, Bernie appeared in an open forum, prompting a crowd so large that the event had to be beamed onto the quad. The guy has put in the work. (As have my sons, BTW. Buy their album, dammit. The Guardian calls them "one of today's great American bands.")  

3. The reality here: If you were to tell me that Gerrit Cole wouldn't throw an inning, and that Aaron Judge would hit .183 through the first four weeks, I'd expect a lot worse than 16-8. 

We keep waiting for the floorboards to cave. I still believe Judge will heat up and lift this team for a month. It's too soon to drink the Draino and/or measure the bridges. But in the backs of our heads, we have to wonder if the Yankees are not telling us everything about Judge's foot. And that's cause for concern. 

Everyone is saying that Stang is completely out of line

Thank you to all of you have reacted favorably to me exposing the horrendous decision made by the corrupt and Soros-backed IT IS HIGH loser, Stang, who nobody likes, in calling the Oakland A's "a tomato can" prior to Monday's pathetic Yankee loss, which we would otherwise have won, if not for the ridiculous mistake of his ignorant juju. Everybody knows that Stang is a whacked-out nut job who makes things up out of thin air, just like he did earlier this year when he predicted the Yankees would win 103 games. Nobody even reads his posts anymore, because they know his decisions are bad, and that he doesn't even know where he is most of the time, because he's brain dead, and IT IS HIGH has become a laughingstock because of posts like Stang's, and many people have said this. I have tried to use juju in the proper way to win ballgames, but it doesn't help when BAD JUJU STANG, who is a puppet of FOOD STAMPS HAL and ALL OF THE OTHERS take cheap shots at the one person here who is practicing juju rightly, ME! Okland is a great team, one of the best! GO YANKEES!

EL DUQUE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT HE'S TALKING ABOUT

 LAST NIGHT, EL DUQUE HAD THE GALL TO PUBLICLY BLAME ME FOR THE LOSS TO OAKLAND, JUST BECAUSE I CALLED THEM TOMATO CANS, WHICH THEY ARE AND EVERYONE KNOWS IT! IN THE INKY RECESSES OF HIS BRONZE-AGE MIND, I WAS THE CAUSE OF THE SHAME, NOT THE PLAYERS WHO WERE ACTUALLY IN THE GAME!

NEXT MONTH THIS BLOG WILL ENTER ITS 18TH YEAR, AND HE HAS BEEN HARPING THAT WHOLE GODDAM TIME ABOUT JUJU, HIS FEARFUL, IGNORANT, SUPERSTITIOUS APPROACH TO THE GAME OF BASEBALL, WHICH I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF!

WHAT DO YOU CALL BLOGGING THE SAME THING EVERY DAY AND EXPECTING A DIFFERENT RESULT? 

INSANITY!

WHERE HAS JUJU GOTTEN US FOR THE LAST FIFTEEN YEARS? 

NOWHERE!

WHAT HAS JUJU GOTTEN US FOR THE LAST FIFTEEN YEARS? 

NOTHING!

OH, WAIT. WE HAVE GOTTEN SOMETHING. 

OLDER!

TELL ME, YANKEE FAN, WAS IT YOUR GOAL LAST YEAR TO WIN 82 GAMES? 

CONGRATULATIONS! JUJU WORKED!

IS IT YOUR GOAL THIS YEAR TO WATCH AARON JUDGE SWING AWAY AT EMPTY AIR? 

CONGRATULATIONS! JUJU IS WORKING!

IS IT YOUR GOAL EVERY YEAR TO WATCH OUR BEST PLAYERS GET CARRIED OFF THE FIELD AND STUFFED INTO AMBULANCES? 

CONGRATULATIONS! JUJU ALWAYS WORKS!

BUT WHAT IF YOU WANT TO WIN A WORLD SERIES? HOW'S THE OL' JUJU WORKIN' OUT THERE, CHIEF? 

ENOUGH!

IT'S TIME FOR A CHANGE! FOR A NEW ERA! A NEW APPROACH!

IT'S TIME FOR SCIENTIFIC BASEBALL!

UP WITH PHYSICS, DOWN WITH FEAR!

UP WITH PLAYERS, DOWN WITH GODS!

UP WITH SANITY!

DOWN WITH DUQUE!

Yes, shipoopi, there's trouble in River City.

 

For at least five minutes every season, Brian Cashman turns into Prof. Harold Hill, and manages to convince all of us that, somehow, his latest Yankees' confabulation is for real.

Sometimes, the illusion can last for months. In 2022, the Yanks actually seemed to be playing at levels not seen in almost 25 years in the Bronx. At least, that was, until Mr. Cashman outdid himself in blowing up  his own creation, with maybe the worse mid-season deals ever wreaked upon a team, a first-rate starter and a bundle of young arms packaged for a menage of obviously injured players.

This year, I admit that even I fell for it, for about those five minutes. 

Back when the Yanks were 12-3, and just one out away from sweeping the Guardians, I found myself pulled inexorably into Cashie Think:

They're THIS GOOD and Cole hasn't thrown a pitch...They're this good, and Judge has yet to get going, and Rizzo, and Torres, and maybe Stanton isn't done after all and at least Vertigo can play the field...They're this good and JUAN FREAKIN' SOTO!!!

Then, as always, reality rears its ugly head. That seedy barbell salesman shows up to give us the real scoop, this year in the form of the BJ's and Athletics.

Truth is, the hot start this year was just one more example of the hysteria that can be spread by Prof. Brian Cashman's Think Wish Method. With 1/7th of the season gone by now, the reality sets in that nobody just "needs to get going" on the Yankees. They've already gone.

Let's face it:

—Judge is injured and old.

—Rizzo is injured and old.

—Stanton is slim, trim, and irredeemably old.

—Vertigo is the same slag heap of mediocrity he was in Fenway.

—Gleyber is young, but getting old before his time. (Apologies to Joe Jackson.)

—Cole isn't coming back any time soon.

It's only a matter of weeks before the pathetically underarmed pitching staff starts to break down as well, probably beginning in the bullpen. 

There's no help on the way. No shipment of snazzy band uniforms is going to make us all believe that this team can play. Hell, MLB can barely provide any serviceable unis at all and in any case—and even if they did, Yanks would just slap another advertising patch on them. 

As the goose eggs pile up, it's time we admitted it: we got Trouble in (Bronx) River City, and that starts with T and that rhymes with C, and that stands for Cashman!

Oh, we got trouble, my friends...

The 10 worst elements of yesterday's pathetic loss

 1. We are now 2nd - (as in runners up, also-rans, silver medalists, participation trophy candidates, fillers - in the AL East. We couldn't even hold first through April 30, following our best start in decades. Next week, it's Baltimore, and they are for real. 

2. Another looming indignity: Boston could soon pass us. Weren't they supposed to be in a rebuilding year?

3. We lost to last year's consensus worst team in baseball.

4. We lost to last year's consensus worst team in baseball... at home.

5. We've been shutout in two of our last three games. In one, we couldn't even score in 10 innings, even with a ghost runner on 2nd. In the other, the pitcher was JP Sears, who we traded last year for Frankie Montas. In both, we squandered great starts by Nestor Cortes and Carlos Rodon.

6. After Juan Soto, the heart of the batting order is killing us. Aaron Judge looks lost. If he doesn't strikeout, he's a DP grounder. But nobody is stepping up.

7. Aaron Boone managed to get kicked out of a game without speaking. 

8. We're back to fuming over Juan Soto's future contract.

9. Anthony Volpe cannot hit leadoff. His average is plummeting, and nobody knows when it will level off.

10. Some of us have forgotten the fundamental tenets of juju. You don't call a team "tomato can" on the verge of playing them. Talking about you, Stang. Get your act together. 

Thank you, Stang, thank you SO MUCH for calling Oakland a "tomato can." Are you happy now?

So... ya live yer miserable, filthy life under the crapola delusion that maybe - just maybe - if you keep to your principles, if you strive in your teachings, if you forsake your own peace of mind and focus on troweling out knowledge to the next generation, that maybe - just maybe - the kids, the youngsters, will maybe absorb 00.001 percent of what ya said, ya know? 

Well, apparently, 30 years of teaching the FUNDAMENTAL RULES OF JUJU didn't amount to a hill of squat, as the Yankees today got shutout, shortly after Stang - our Stang - took it upon himself to label Oakland "a tomato can."

Happy now, Stang? Did you get the giggles out your system? Have you taken pride in ruining the Yankees' Passover?

Listen, Oakland might be a tomato can, I'll grant you... but YOU DON'T GO CALLING ANYBODY "A TOMATO CAN" BEFORE THE GAME, UNDERSTAND? YOU CALL THEM THAT AFTER THE GAME, AFTER WE PRESUMABLY HAVE WON. 

PEOPLE, HAVE WE FORGOTTEN THE BASICS OF JUJU? IT'S NOT THAT YOU CAN'T PREDICT BASEBALL, SUZYN, IT'S JUST THAT YOU CAN'T PREDICT ANYTHING GOOD TO HAPPEN, BECAUSE AS SOON AS YOU DO, IT WON'T HAPPEN.

I CAN ASSURE YOU THAT OUR ENEMIES ARE USING JUJU, AND THEY'RE DOING IT THE RIGHT WAY.  THE YANKEES HAVE BEEN SHUT OUT FOUR TIMES THIS SEASON, TWICE IN THE LAST THREE GAMES, AND HERE WE ARE, RUNNING AROUND GLASSY-EYED, SHOUTING AT OUR OPPONENTS "TOMATO CAN! TOMATO CAN! TOMATO CAN!" 

HEY STANG, YOU WANNA KNOW WHO'S THE TOMATO CAN? 

WE ARE THE TOMATO CAN! THAT'S RIGHT, US. AND A TOMATO CAN SHOULDN'T CALL ANOTHER TOMATO CAN A TOMATO CAN? 

AND DON'T GIVE ME ANY IFS OR BUTS. IF IFS OR BUTS WERE CANDY AND NUTS, EVERYDAY WOULD BE CHRISTMAS. 

Jeeze H...

One more tribute in the post-John era

I took a vacation from my computer this weekend and read a novel I highly recommend, In A Lonely Place, by Dorothy B. Hughes. (If you've seen the Humphrey Bogart movie, you still don't know the story; Hollywood changed it entirely.) And get this: it was printed on pieces of paper, not displayed on a screen! Best weekend I've had in a while. Anyway, I missed it when Beauregard Jackson Pickett Burnside submitted the following on Saturday, apparently hoping to get in on that day's John Sterling tributes. So, with apologies to Beauregard, and to John, here it is, from the Baltimore Sun of September 28, 1993.

When gab came to radio

By Gilbert Sandler

AMONG the first to be lobbied by White House spin doctors last week after President Clinton released his health-care reform plan were radio talk show hosts. Hillary Rodham Clinton and assorted administration bigwigs briefed the radio gabmeisters and invited them to broadcast live from the White House lawn. (A few hosts saw the schmoozing for what it was and refused to attend.) It was a strong indication of how far “talk radio” has come as a force to be reckoned with.

And it’s a relatively new force, made possible by technology that allows hosts to speak live, even from points remote from their stations, with one, two or even more callers, while listeners hear all of the conversation. Two Baltimore stations (WBAL and WCBM) devote most of their schedules to talk radio, while most others gab with listeners at least part of the broadcast day.

The tradition in Baltimore goes back at least to 1948, when the first talk shows were broadcast from the Copa, a nightclub in the 100 block of West Baltimore Street. Baltimore disc jockey Jack Wells was the host. The show went out over WITH from 1 to 4 a.m. six nights a week. Seated at a table at the center of the club, Mr. Wells had a microphone in front of him and a telephone to his left.

“I’d say, ‘I’m at the Copa. Where are you? Please call me,’ ” Mr. Wells recalls.

It was, of course, one-way radio. “Listeners called me on the phone while I was in front of a live mike. I could hear the caller, but the listening audience could not. So it was up to me to make known to the listeners what the caller was saying.”

The show was famous for getting calls from the Baltimore that lived in the night: cab drivers, politicians, jockeys, number-runners, race track touts, nightclub bouncers, cops on lonely patrol and strippers from The Block.

“In most cases I would more or less repeat over the air what the caller said to me on the phone. But in some cases I couldn’t let on what was being said, some of the most shocking things. So I would often respond with something like, ‘That’s lovely. I’m so glad your aunt is getting better. Please call again and give her my best.’ “

The show was modeled after a similar one at the Copacabana in New York. “We stole the idea,” Mr. Wells says. “In those days it was thought of as a pure entertainment medium. That was all before talk radio became so angry and so politicized.”

Not much happened to talk radio in Baltimore until 1964. In that year John Sterling broadcast the first two-way conversations from WCBM. “He came along,” says John Grimes, operations manager of WBAL, “at a time when the phone company had just developed the technology of two-way radio. From there on out it was a question of any number of stations picking up the idea.”

The night of Wednesday, Feb. 26, 1969, was memorable. That evening appliance dealer Jack Luskin, listening to Gene Burns on WCBM, became so infuriated by what he believed to be biased and unfair comments about the Middle East that he rushed to the studio and barged in on the host. Mr. Luskin seized a microphone and put in his own two cents’ worth.

Glimpses couldn’t begin to list all the local hosts and their stations. Early hosts included Tony Donald (WTOW), Ron Weber (WFBR, now WJFK) and Joe Knight (WFBR). These days, too, Baltimoreans can listen to nationally known hosts such as Rush Limbaugh and Larry King. Their shows reach millions, and their books wind up on best-seller lists.

Some 25 years after the Copa closed, Mr. Wells says that when he gets a late-night call, “I’m scared to pick up the phone. I’m afraid it’s some girl from The Block calling me at the Copa to talk dirty.”

In other news, welcome to Yankee Stadium, Oakland A's!

Mad Magazine #84, January1964

The Yankee Bleacher Creatures are performing the wrong role call; it's time for an update

We began '24 expecting:

a) an overly hyped Paris Olympics
b) an overly hyped solar eclipse
c) an overly hyped cicada bloom
d) an overly hyped Trump trial
e) an overly hyped Taylor Swift album
e) an underly hyped Yank batting order.

After a decade of Yankee drought, this would be the Year of the Bat. With Juan Soto and Alex Verdugo, plus comebacks from our tribal elders, the Death Barge would score 6-to-10 runs per game and bludgeon its way to - well - better than last year. The problem, as usual: Pitching, pitching, pitching...

Well, for now, the key to the Yankees' glorious April is a list of names we barely noticed last January. 

Gil, Ferguson, Weaver, Burdi, Santana, Cousins, Poteet, Gonzalez, Marinaccio, Beeter...  

That's the Bleacher Creature rollcall that should thunder across the Bronx this afternoon against the Sacramento Oakland A's of Las Vegas. 

This season, the Yankees have given up only 79 runs, lowest in the AL East and 3rd best in baseball. They did this without Gerrit Cole, Jonathan Loaisiga, Tommy Kanhle and the free agent pariahs - Blake Snell and Jordan Montgomery - who occupied our primal scream therapy sessions throughout March. 

Ah, Snell-Gomery... don gemme started. I still believe the Yanks will regret Hal's cheapo refusal to buttress the rotation, which is already sweating in the April dog days. If Cole cannot return, the hole might be too large to spackle. But right now, we have nine pitchers who have yet to give up more than one earned run - and no Aroldis, that is, a rapidly disintegrating ex-star who must be used because of the money he's being paid. Our bullpen is a bunch of inexpensive no-names who won't appear on prospect rankings, and who are perpetually one bad outing from finding a bus ticket in their locker vent. 

The problem, Suzyn: This is baseball, and we cannot predict how long this bullpen will last. If Carlos Rodon doesn't start pitching into the 6th and 7th, rather than the 3rd and 4th, cracks in the dike will inevitably widen. This weekend, our staff shut down Tampa, and if our Olympian batters had simply plated one stinking run on Saturday, we'd have sent hateful Tampa home with a Ryan McBroom up their Florida sink holes.

A few other reflections...

1. One of these days, Aaron Judge will start hitting. Seriously. Let's worry about the polar ice caps, the price of gas, and Taylor's latest album sales. Let's not fret over Judge. How can I speak such blaspheme? Easy. We've seen his slumps before. Many times. And the problem isn't his swing. It's his desire for pitches low and away. One of these days, he will stop flailing at them. He will hit. 

2. Good to see Verdugo get a big single. I was starting to worry that the reason Verdugo wasn't hitting was that he no longer can play against the Yankees.

3. FYI: Baltimore has four of the top six RBI leaders in the International League, and they're all legit prospects. I don't know where they'll fit in, but if the O's need anything - anything - come July/August, they have a huge stash of trade chips. 

In building baseball franchises, nothing succeeds like a 10-year tank-athon, and with Baltimore, that's what the Yankees are up against. 

Managing by the numbers

Yesterday, after his fourth strike-out, the fans actually booed their lifetime yankee icon, Aaron Judge. 

Boone has to make a move, and the numbers tell us Trent Grisham is a better choice, right now, in  centerfield. 

True, Trent is on the downside of a career .218 average.  He has built this .218  batting record with broken bat singles and infield hits many of which, in fairness, could just as easily have been judged ( pardon the expression )  as "errors." Sometimes, even the empires and field judges want a kid to have some success. 

As a Yankee, Trent is still hitless.  Said another way, " he has no bating average. "  But he needs more reps, as they say. 

And, yet, he remains a better alternative than Judge:

-  He is faster and a better defender.  He probably catches that " Fosberry Flop" of a fly ball that Volpe, Judge and Torres misplayed yesterday ( luckily, to no harm ).  Two gold gloves cannot be sneezed at. 

- He only generates one out when he comes to bat.  Judge leads the league in GIDP stats. Imagine that, Judge is generating two outs for the opposition when he comes to bat with a man on. A rally killer on a team that has one guy who can hit. 

Okay, we all know this cannot hold. Judge will find his way.  But, for the moment, he is in need of an ice bath and a few days rest. 

Trent Grisham is what Cashman has given the Yankees as outfield depth this year.  Lucky for him, the numbers show that Trent is the better option. 

We are lucky that Brian is still in charge. 

It's up to Yank fans to seal the deal with Juan Soto, and other thoughts from Sterling Day

One surprise from John Sterling Day: the inclusion of Juan Soto's rather underdeveloped homer-holler in the scoreboard video tribute. 

In case you missed it - John almost did - Soto's call on March 31 went this way: "There is a Soto photo, a home run in the left field seats! He's Juan-derful, marvelous, and the Yankees have taken a 4-3 lead."

Not exactly an A-bomb from A-Rod. But generally, John's greatest homer calls evolved over time, and in its three-week window, Soto's never got a chance. That said, it was important for the Yankees to lump Soto in with Jeter, Judge, Jorgie and Bern, because - well - it's up to us, we inhabitants of the Yankiverse, to groom him.

That's right. We have one season to make Soto believe there is only one stage, one venue, one mindset in American baseball, and it's to be playing for the New York Yankees. (I say we must make him "believe" this, because I'm not sure if the rest of us do, anymore. )

Listen: The Yankees need Soto, more than he needs them. He is Miguel Cabrera. He is Bryce Harper. He is a future Hall of Famer, and if the Yankees let him walk next winter, because Food Stamps Hal wouldn't open his fanny pack, well, I have some bad news for you: Jasson Dominquez will not replace him.

One of the few negatives of watching Soto this month: Realizing the gap between a generational slugger and Dominguez, or at least the brief glimpse we had of him last September. That's not a knock on The Martian. But at age 21, Soto was breaking down fences, leading his team to the World Series. Dominguez might be good someday. But he's not on Soto's level. Hardly anybody is.

The Yankees have a great tradition - or at least they once had one. That's what will keep Soto. Friday night, the bleachers chanted his name, along with "M-V-P," an unforgettable moment for a young man who just escaped from San Diego. An unbreakable bond? Let's hope so - though we might reconsider booing Judge - because tradition and loyalty might be what it takes to keep him a Yankee.

Other thoughts from John's big day:

1. Not to nitpick, but I was surprised more ex-Yanks didn't submit video tributes. The Yankees played brief messages from Paul O'Neil, Bernie and Jeter. Where was Nick Swisher, Dave Cohen, Robbie Cano, et al? Good grief, anybody with a cell phone could have made one. With each player, the crowd reacted wildly. I sorta expected more.

2. John blew Suzyn's intro: When she shouted, "... and stepping up to the microphone, the legendary voice of the Yankees, John Sterling..." he did not say, "And I thank you, Suzyn..." And - excuse me if I missed something - did anybody anywhere do anything about "You can't predict baseball, Suzyn?"

3. The Yankees gave him cufflinks, a jersey and - huh? - a big screen TV? The thing would barely fit in most three-car garages, not exactly what you give an elder, who might be prone to downsizing. A whopper TV? Weird.

4. Throughout the interviews, you got the feeling John had someplace he'd rather be. He was gracious, of course, and he wore a smile along with his humility. And it was great to see him looking happy. But the takeaway here: Age 85 is a fukkin' bitch, and it's hard to be in the center of everything. He looked as if he couldn't wait to be home with his shoes off.

Let's hope he has many enjoyable years of retirement, on his terms, with "That's Entertainment" on VHS and his shoes off. And maybe watching Juan Soto play in pinstripes.

Remembering Sterling: Reading the Great Books

 

Remembering Sterling: The cutting of the cheese

 

John Sterling had his bloopers, his botched calls, and his critics. But here are 10 things he never did

Today, the Yankiverse will converge upon the long-outdated, horse-and-buggy media known as radio for one last fling with a disappearing world. 

With joy and sadness, we will rejoice and grieve over John Sterling Day. While we mourn the looming loss of "the legendary voice of the New York Yankees," let's be grateful for a chance to say farewell. At age 86, the shadows are steadily creeping toward home plate. John would be first to agree: It's not always easy to find the right words.

Over the last 36 years, Sterling has said a lot of nutty things, some of which earned him detractors, particularly those who were predisposed to hate the Yankees. But in this cancel culture age, let us give credit for some of the things he never did. Here are 10. 

1. He never spoke of the Yankees using the first-person plural, as in: "We're behind, two to one."

2. He never expounded on his political views.

3. He never called in sick after a Yankees collapse.

4. He never referred to the Yankees as "the good guys."

5. He never condemned a player, always siding with athletes and remembering that they are people, not machinery.

6. He never shouted to a fly ball, "Get out, get out!" or "Go foul, go foul!"

7. He never made a lecherous comment about a young woman in the stands.

8. He never took it for granted that he would continue to have a job.

9. He never said things off-mic that he wouldn't have said during a broadcast.

10. He never gave up on the Yankees - or his critics.

Following the Yankees will never be the same. 

Remembering Sterling: Night of the Screamer

 

A Yankee Radio Thought

 Those of us who grew up going to games at the old yankee stadium grew accustomed to the sonorous and comforting voice of Bob Shepard on the PA system.

He welcomed us to Yankee stadium and announced all changes of importance during the games. His voice announced many of the most classic moments in Yankee history. 

YES understood the value and fan connectivity of that voice.  So they bought the rights to use Bob's voice for all eternity.   You even hear it in their advertisements for the YES. network itself ( ugh ). But any time I hear it, I am comforted.  I remain connected. 

So. why not do the same for some of John's great broadcasting calls? 

 "It is high,...it is far...it is out of here...." Or more to the point, His Yankees Win Warble. " The Yankees Win....Theeeeeeeee. Yankees. .....winnnnnn!"

Use The Win Warble  every time on radio, whenever the Yankees win, regardless of the Syracuse University trained journalistic sports marketing marvel who is calling  the play by play. 

It comes Yankee Radio's version of Bob Shepard.

It would honor John forever, and keep us feeling connected forever. 

And it would be so easy to accomplish. 

The Talking Bottle Opener in the Lake

 

Sure, El Duque, our Peerless Leader "accidentally" dropped his John Sterling, talking Yankees bottle opener into a suspiciously unnamed "lake."

Uh-huh.  

If you believe that one, there's a bridge in Syracuse I'd like to sell. (I'm not being coy. I don't know which bridge. My knowledge of Syracuse bridges is nonexistent.)

But I digress.

You know, I know, the American people know that what Duque was REALLY doing with his John Sterling Talking Yankees Bottle Opener was setting the scene for choosing the next king of the broadcast booth.

Some day, some young man (or woman, Suzyn!) who dreams of nothing but being the next voice of the Yankees, will be walking along the banks of this ostensibly anonymous "lake," when he/she will hear a voice—a sort of crooning, yearning, siren's voice calling to him/her.

She/he/it will turn, startled, and look into the lake.  And there will spy the hand of a woman of other-worldly, ethereal beauty, holding up Duque's "lost" bottle opener.

And then our knight errant will understand the words the Lady of the Lake is singing:

"There's no predicting baseball...Arthur! Er, Suzyn!" And then burst into a Broadway-quality rendition of "C'est lui!"

And so the next king of the booth will be chosen.

The first Post-John Era homestand looms, and other observations

In the current buzz movie, Civil War, a scary Jesse Plemons confronts a bunch of journalists, driving across a bloodstained America, with a haunting question: 

What kind of American are you?

Obviously, he's rooting out Yank fans - uppity penthouse commies who want hospitals, schools and gastropubs; with their stench of Big Apple superiority and their Ozempic skintags. In fact, this is wrong. Nobody has ever needed a quick way to identify these NYC Holly Golightlys, because the world provided an easy litmus test. His name was John Sterling.

To sluice out Yank fans, all you needed was turn on John and Suzyn. Within seconds, the haters would turn into George C. Scott in the 1979 movie "Hardcore," screaming "TURN IT OFFFFF!" But to us, it was music. 

Well, folks, it's almost here - the day you never expected to see. 

John is going away, and he won't be coming back.  

Admit it: You figured the asteroid would hit, or the Grand Canyon would erupt - (choose your Doomsday) - before John called it quits. But here it is. Tomorrow - (game time 1:05 p.m.) -  the world says goodbye, and I might need a bath towel to watch. 

I'm finding it hard to listen to Yank games on the radio, even if they're still electrified by the Jeep brand. Nothing against Justin Shackil and Emmanuel Berbari. It's not what they are. It's what they are not. Meanwhile, Suzyn seems lost and abandoned. Everything is out of whack. Home runs without special calls. Wins without win-warbles. The juju gods must be watching C-Span. If life is just a simulation, The Matrix has been breached.  

So, we'll carry on, right? At some point, something memorable will happen, and we will bond with the new broadcast team, right? (This season has yet to bring an enduring moment, aside from John's announcement.) Meanwhile, we wait to hear from Suzyn. She's 77. How far will she go? We might find out tomorrow.  

Other tidbits.

1.  In April, the Yankiverse got a kick out of 5'6" Caleb Durbin, the Jose Altuve of Scranton. Lately, he's cooled off, his batting average dipping below .300. But Durbin and an outfielder named Brandon Lockridge continue to run wild at Triple A. They lead the IL in stolen bases. At some point, the Death Barge might need a fulltime base-stealer, a la Dave Roberts in 2004. (Ouch.) Could that be Durbin's path to NYC? 

2. Tonight, Clarke Schmidt faces the hateful Rays. (Why do so many teams hate us? Do they hate the Royals, the Pirates, the Brewers?) Schmidt has started three games, each time pitching into the 5th. He's given up 3 runs, then 2 runs, then 1 - shaving a run each time. In lieu of Gerrit Cole, he might just be our ace. (I'm jinxing him, but fukkit.)

3. I've been reading Hoss' book on NY baseball. Damn, it's a great piece of writing and research. Guy doesn't waste a paragraph. If you haven't grabbed it yet, you are missing out. For baseball fans, this book should be considered Cultural Jury Duty. 

4. You can always tell an off-day by the bullshit used to gather clicks. 

In this case, it's a pile of speculative news stories that suggest, come November, the Mets will sign Juan Soto and the Yankees will react by chasing Pete Alonzo. 

Dear God, save us from such crapola. It's like the NFL mock drafts in March, or political polls in January. People who traffic in it, Jesse Plemons should shoot them. What kind of Yankee fans are they?

The greatest implement of refreshment and sustenance ever invented

Via Above Average 

(Truth: I once had one of these, and it fell into a lake.) 

 

Remembering Sterling: The Crooner and the Cake

 

Remembering Sterling: A-Rod scores a hug

 

DJ LeMahieu is entering rehab, soon to return; that sets up a wave of scenarios.

According to the Internet, DJ LeMahieu - aka, "He of the Barking Metatarsal" - will soon enter a rehab assignment at Double A Somerset, (which always sounds more pleasant than saying Bridgewater, N.J.)

For the last two years, LeMahieu has been a one-footed warrior, unable to regain his batting stroke of the Covid season, when he hit a league-leading .364. That's nearly 100 points higher than any year since. 

Last season was DJ's worst in 13 years. He hit .243 with banjo power, blighted by a toe that attracts fouls like camera lenses to a Kardashian. He'll turn 36 in July, and he'll be a Yankee through 38. From all accounts, he's like a player-coach, a solid citizen of Gotham who can play any infield slot. That flexibility has always been his greatest asset. 

This year, however, LeMahieu has been projected by the Yankee Dark A.I. as a fulltime 3B, replacing The Beastmaster, Whose Name Shalt Ne're Be Spake. But as his return nears, maybe the Yankees should still view DJ as a jack of all trades, rather than Brooks Robinson. 

The key here is Oswaldo Cabrera, the most pleasant surprise of 2024. Thus far. Oswaldo is hitting 98 points above last year's .211. Thus far. He's been the team's second best lefty bat. Thus far. It's too early to declare him our Cinderella, or even our Travolta, but he's 25 and smart enough to see that changes needed to happen after last year's disaster. Last night, Oswaldo made a great defensive play to keep the game within reach. He's done fine. Thus far.  

So, let's say LeMahieu returns from Bridgewater around May 1. What happens next? Some scenarios:

1. DJ takes over at 3B and Oswaldo disappears, transformed into Boone's 25th man. Right now, that's Kevin Smith and/or Jahmai Jones, neither of which see much playing time.

2. DJ platoons with Oswaldo at 3B, which means sitting out most games. (Note: If his foot hurts, extra rest might suit him.) 

3. He takes the bulk of games at 3B, freeing Oswaldo to platoon with Gleyber Torres, who has been crapping the bed. Thus far. 

4. DJ moves to 2B - (his best position, he's a former Gold Glove) -benching Gleyber until he screws his head on straightly. Oswaldo stays at 3B, where he's doing well. Thus far. 

5. DJ platoons with Anthony Rizzo at 1B, whose slow start (and uncharacteristically flighty defense) has prompted the beginnings of concern. Oswaldo and Gleyber stay put. 

Whatever happens, LeMahieu will bring flexibility - always a good thing. He can play anywhere, as can Oswaldo. Could it be a waste to have them share 3B? Also, by May 1, somebody will probably tweak a gonad, making these scenarios moot. Nobody can stay healthy. Thus far.

Remembering Sterling: Honey Bun

 

A call to action in a time of grief

Erik Kopp, a man unafraid to attach his name (or his brother's) to a cause, writes: 

As a long time daily readers of the blogspot, I'd like to share with you an email I received from my brother, Paul Kopp, earlier today: 

Here are some of the arguments I've read about why Sterling hasn't received the Ford Frick Award 

1. Not really known to the National Audience. This is crap. Boston's Joe Castiglione is getting the award this season. He basically has the same number of years in that Sterling does. Other "locals" that have gotten the award recently are KCs Denny Mathews (who is boring), the Rangers' Eric Nadel and Chicago's Pat Hughes. None of them, to my knowledge have ever done any national games. 

2. Too quirky. Has anyone ever heard of Harry Caray, Hawk Harrelson or Bob Prince? 

The Hall has given this award to Dick Enberg (a great broadcaster but hardly known for baseball), regional favorites (Oakland's Bill King, Seattle's Dave Niehaus).  It is a total sham that Sterling gets snubbed year after year. Next year a local or national broadcaster will get the award. Honor the man while he is still alive! His consecutive game streak in an era when teams have a dozen or more broadcasters is something to behold. 

Let's start a campaign to get John Sterling the Frick Award!

Sterling Remembered: The Comedy Team

 

1976 (WMCA)-John Sterling Interviews Mel Allen (World Series Pregame)

Commenter emeritus Beauregard Jackson Pickett Burnside kindly shares this:

Remembering Sterling: The Philosophy of One Game

 

Suddenly, the air seems to have been let out of the 2024 Yankees

For the first three weeks, everything glowed with hope.

If the Yanks fell behind, nobody panicked. The lineup grinded out walks, wore down opposing pitchers, put balls into play. Our starters battled into the 5th - the modern bar for success - and the bullpen held the barricades. Judge & Giancarlo were swinging, Rodon and Nestor were looking nasty, and John & Suzyn were back for another summer, as God intended, and the days were growing longer.

Remember how it used to be, last week? 

Well, we should have known better. You don't just let down your guard, but, hey - that's baseball, Suzyn. You tell yourself it's only April, but deep down inside, every night is Game Seven. We wanted to believe that Juan Soto was a transitional supernova, a talesman whose mere presence elevated all others, and the magic would extend throughout the order. What fools. Then, again...

Best record in baseball through the first 15... 

A start that conjured memories of 1961, 1998, 2009...

A generational slugger in RF, where Reggie once roamed, and maybe even a future great Yankee in the footpaths of Jeter...

So convincing, so solid... last week. 

Now, three straight losses, tied in the loss column with ascending Baltimore, and facing a sweep in Toronto, the Yankee-Hate Capital of the World. 

Meanwhile, Suzyn Waldman occupies an unending "magilla," abandoned to Justin Shackil and Emmanual Berbari, filing Clubhouse Reports that suddenly seem inconsequential, while the team and city await Saturday's John Sterling farewell, likely to be one of the most emotional events in modern Yankee history.

What do you say to the departing Voice of the Yankees? Only one answer comes to mind:

"Not today." 

Listen: I have no inside knowledge of Sterling's health. He insists that he's fine and simply wants to enjoy life. At 86, he certainly has earned the right to such a decision. But in my experience, when someone - who has worked for the last half century without missing a day - suddenly calls it quits, something bad has happened. I've had the luck to know a few such people. Shortly after they stopped working, they stopped living. Not saying this will happen with John. I sincerely hope he celebrates his 100th birthday (on July 4, 2038) at home plate in Yankee Stadium, and wherever I am - in an fogy home eating creamed corn, no doubt - I will watch on TV. But this farewell must come with great gravity and concern. Yesterday, I was sure Sterling would rise again. That was my heart talking. Today, not so sure. 

Someday, the Yankees must decide who shall replace Sterling. I don't envy Shakil and Berbari, both of whom have inherited an impossible task. It will take three seasons just to find a candidate, and nothing will happen until after Suzyn has retired. For a long, long time - surely longer than I have - "the Voice of the Yankees" will remain the one and only John Sterling. 

It's the end of an era, folks. And right now, it looks like the magical glories of April have ended, as well. 

April 4, 1989-Yankees vs. Twins (John Sterling's First Yankee Broadcast)

Commenter Emeritus Beauregard Jackson Pickett Burnside kindly shared this: