Sunday, April 20, 2014
Will he understand that it is a baseball game, and throw some pitches that don't bounce before they reach the batter?
Will he totally suck as he did in his last relief gig?
Will he be given 90 or so pitches by Girardi, even if they are all in the first inning?
Will he be in Scanton by tomorrow, learning how to play first base?
Will any of us have any hope for the rest of the year?
Will he lay a basket of eggs or just one large one?
Sorry about the rambling. But Yankee baseball was supposed to be an escape. What do you do when you need an escape from your escape?
About last night...
1. Something tells me Ivan Nova's grand experiment with the New York Baseball Yankees has ended. The final verdict: He is the latest in a long line of Doc Medich, Bill Burbach, John Cumberland, Domingo Jean, Sam Militello... etc. Last night, he went for an MRI. The imaging is going to look like Syracuse radar during a spring thunderstorm. He will go on the DL. He will soon be pitching in Scranton again. I think this car has run its course.
2. Talk about Easter? It took two - not three - days for us to resurrect the
3. Suddenly, the rotation - our great hope - has blown a tire. Vidal Nuno and/or David Phelps (neither of whom has pitched well) is now our fifth starter. Once again, the Yankees are looking at Scranton, and once again, there is nobody there but left-overs from the past. We can try to look hopeful about Alfredo Aceves, but it doesn't negate the fact that everybody else in baseball recently passed on him.
4. Tomorrow, for the first time, Yangervis Solarte faces a team for the second time. The league will be watching to see how Boston pitches him, and what he does. It's been fun seeing him in the lineup. But the Matrix is about to change.
5. Let's face it: Our big hitters simply cannot adjust to overshifts. They will not temper their swings. They will not bunt. That ship has sailed, my friends. So in all future projections, we need to knock 20 points off the BA's and live with it. That means Brian McCann, Mark Teixeira and Alfonso Soriano could hit a collective .220. They might smack 90 HRs, and they'll walk a lot. But how far can three .220 hitters in the middle of your lineup take you?
6. Unlike last year, a couple of our top prospects have gotten off to nice starts. Mason Williams and Junior Bichette have hit well. That big guy, Aaron Judge, looks promising. So does Jagiello, last year's top pick. But nobody is going to help us this year. And the most pertinent question is probably whether we will trade some of them in June for yet another pensioner. But at least we will have chips to deal. Last year, we didn't.
7. If anybody cares, we are still tied for first. Something tells me this isn't Boston's year. (Though we could resurrect them, beginning tomorrow.) But Tampa is alive and well, the O's have a powerful lineup - soon to improve with Manny Machado - and Toronto just returned Jose Reyes. We could be a fourth place team.
8. Nova's continued elbow soreness reminds us of Pineda's sensitivity. How far dare we expect him to go? A hundred innings? A hundred fifty? Will the Yankees shut him down, if he continues to pitch well? This could be a huge issue in June.
9. Last night, John Sterling sounded demoralized. Not since Mel Allen puked on himself during the 1963 World Series has a Voice of the Yankees sounded so grim, so dismayed. The Master knows two secrets of this world. There is no Easter Bunny. And you CAN predict baseball.
Saturday, April 19, 2014
These last two days are beginning to resemble the season many of us expected, due to an aging franchise with no young talent anywhere. And we saw some signs of failure even when taking two from the Cubs, as we left too many " ducks on the pond."
I thought the emergence of Solarte might have dispelled that concern about no, high ceiling young prospects, but we are seeing a total collapse right now.
As they say in the Bible; " the wheels are coming off the fucking bus!"
Is this because we traded Jesus?
We'll learn tomorrow if Tanaka is as good as we hope.
This came from a commentator named zumiee and was posted on Feb. 28. I think it's brilliant. In the spirit of all those who would mock The Master - you know who you are - here's a send-up on the man generally regarded as the greatest baseball announcer ever.
If you can’t poke fun at Vin Scully once in a while, what that heck. After watching two Vinny-called games in a row, here’s my Vinny impersonation:
“Bill Jones steps into the batter’s box. Jones went to high school in Mountain Home, Idaho. His wife just gave birth to twins. Jones likes to watch action movies and play the guitar. He thinks french toast is over-rated.
And that’s a called third strike. I remember the time when Gil Hodges told me that the secret to avoiding the called third strike is to watch the pitcher’s eyes, and see which side of the plate he’s staring at.
The plate is 18 inches wide. But sometimes it seems like it’s 16 inches wide, or maybe 20, depending who the umpire is that day. I remember the time when Sandy Koufax told me that homeplate umpires are like birds of a different feather. Koufax pitched for the Dodgers for several years. He’s in the Hall of Fame now. And speaking of the Hall of Fame, Bill Russell won’t be in the Hall of Fame, but he was an outstanding shortstop. He used to be an outfielder, but they converted him to shortstop. That happens sometimes in baseball, heh, heh.”
I know that I did everything the same.
I sautéed up the same raw cashews in the same devil mixture. I drank the same Crown Royal cocktails with a twist. I used the same, store bought ice. I even wore the same clothes.
And we were "trippin." This was one of the smoothest repeat wins we would enjoy all year.
The Yanks blasted out a four run lead and the world looked like it was under the command of the season's first JU-JU intervention. Even my man, Solarte, started off with a solid base hit. Our Sizemore proved that he is a major league hitter, clearing the bases with a deep double to left-center.
I poured a fresh cocktail right then and there, grabbed a handful of greasy nuts and kicked back.
Before I could veg out in ecstasy, the lead was down to two. runs Then every relief pitcher we put in got rocked. I mean, everyone sucked and Phellps got nailed. Adam Warren was throwing batting practice. Dean Anna would have hit .400 against him. It was like doubles and home runs were on sale, and the Bay Rays belly'd up to the rail.
Another dark horse of mine from spring training imploded.
Note to local authorities: Cabral has to be removed from major league baseball. His pitching constituted a felony in most states ( not Texas or Massachusetts ). Either jail time or a roofing gig in Ecuador. But no more baseball. Please.
What I want to know is, " who blew it?" someone, or some cadre of followers, failed to repeat, exactly, the rituals of the day before.
SOMEONE VIOLATED THE JU-JU COMMAND AND WE HAVE A RIGHT TO KNOW WHO DID IT, WHEN, HOW AND WHY.
Consequently, I have sent a formal complaint " upstairs," and await a response. I have even volunteered to pay Ed Snowden's expenses, and a "kicker " to Vladimir to help us uncover the truth.
I will not accept that the first JU-JU intervention of this young season was a trip to the toilet.
Friends, Yankees, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to waive Cesar, not to praise him. The bean balls that pitchers throw live after them; The strikes are oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Cesar Cabral...
We have now suffered two excruciating, life-sucking losses in the last week - yet they sandwiched a nice, cuddly little winning streak. So who is this team? Is it any good? Has this been an acid flashback? (If so, how? Because I never did acid!) Did we hit the ice berg last night? Or can Nova, Tanaka and Pineda reboot us?
Friday, April 18, 2014
I received the JU-JU rallying cry this morning to continue doing exactly what we have been doing to continue the win streak. And we all know that this is not a request, not a suggestion, but a command.
Last night, as I watched the Yanks, I was enjoying cocktails laced primarily with ice, crown royal, a twist of lemon and a splash of seltzer. I had sautéed some raw cashews in hot oil and sea salt spiked with the infamous, " ghost chili pepper."
Needless to say, between the yanks success, the cashews and the cocktails, I was in fine spirits. The thing is, in a high scoring game, one can consume a lot of salty nuts in nine innings. And with the added spice of that spiked sea salt, I needed to drink a lot of cold liquid. So, 3/4 of a bottle later ( I maintain that a fifth is no longer a fifth), I found myself feeling zero pain, but needing a lot of rest.
Today, I am moving slowly and cautiously. The prospect of repeating the same ritual tonight present a huge dilemma;
Do I begin drinking with YES's batting practice coverage at 6pm, or wait until the first pitch?
Penning his American saga
Will shut down many major league clubs
But for now must settle for the Cubs.
JUJU ALERT: The Yankees are on a roll, which means we must do EVERYTHING exactly as we have been doing it
Last night, I whined about the Yankees. It wasn't easy, and frankly, it made no sense. I did it anyway, because of the first (and most important) IRON RULE OF JUJU.
Never change underwear in a winning streak.
I screamed at the TV during the 8th inning, with the Yankees leading 8-2. Dellin Betances came into the game and promptly walked a batter. It occurred to me how much it REALLY, REALLY, REALLY SUCKS when every Yankee starter pitches late into games with quality outings, because our mop-up men in the bullpen don't get enough work, causing control problems. "DAMN YOU, CASHMAN," I screamed. "DAMN YOU, YOU'VE DONE IT TO ME AGAIN!"
Right now, Yankee fans are frolicking naked in a vast field of nipples. Everything, everything, is going our way. We put guys at first base who have never even played the position, and they make McCoveyian scoops on throws to finish triple plays. We lose David Robertson, and nobody blows a save opportunity. Three out of four against Boston. Two out of two against the Cubbies. We hit Tampa and find they no longer have Matt Moore and Randall Cobb: It's like confronting the Hulk, and he turns into Bruce Banner.
Whatever you doing at home, on your juju couch, in your juju pod, in your juju launching pad... MAKE NO CHANGES.
Mustang, somebody, anybody, we need another Sammy Davis Jr. video. I plan to recreate my entire schedule from Thursday, and that includes dental surgery. I don't care how ripe your socks get. This is how you win pennants. (Redsock fans last year never changed their underwear after April 17th, hence the phrase "Boston strong.") It's not easy, but we need to keep this thing going. For the team..
On that note, keeping the ancient Jerry Van Dyke 1970s/car thing theme...
In the name of Brian C, Montalban...
I LIKE WHAT THEY HAVE DONE TO MY CAR!
Thursday, April 17, 2014
It has been a long, long time since I watched a day/night double header where the Yankees shut out the opponent in both games.
It is immaterial that I recognized not a single name from the Cubs line-up. I understand they are committed to a re-building program. Good for them.
A win is a win, right? They all count.
But think about this, for a moment; The Cubs' pitching staff ended yesterday with a 2.0 ERA in both games ( I assume that the run we scored on, " catcher interference, " gets recorded as unearned on the pitcher's record).
What I am trying to say is that the Yankees are not showing enough offense to beat decent teams. If you look carefully, our efficiency yesterday with runners in scoring position was quite pathetic.
Nonetheless, two shutouts in a row was great theater.
I was pleased that the Yankees brought up John Ryan Murphy rather than Romine, and that Murphy got a hit in the nightcap. He also looked pretty good behind the plate. Could he be a legit catching prospect?
I still remember Anna's HR from a week or so ago ( his last base hit?). But what happened to the dude with a plus .400 on-base percentage from AAA? Will he get comfortable and break out, or do we have a .150 guy as our utility infielder?
Solarte is beginning to look like a real player to me, and I didn't think we had any young position players with potential ( except, of course, for the depth at catcher we always proclaim).
I am also amazed with Kelly Johnson's work at first base. And he is pretty quick, going down the line to first.
Is our Sizemore related to their Sizemore? I gather that ours has MLB experience and is not a rookie.
Needless to say, our pitching staff is getting it done. They are the key.
Ah, but then there are the wild cards, Tanaka and Pineda. What should we expect from them? Well, I dunno. Neither do you. Neither does Girardi, nor any of Gammonites, nor Tanaka and Pineda. Nobody knows. They shutout a tomato can yesterday, but they've looked incredible thus far. Who knows?
For a rare moment, the Yankees actually have young players whose ceilings are not carved into concrete blocks. It's a strange feeling, the one we used to get with rookies - remember rookies? It's the charge you felt when Bernie Williams' batting average kept rising, and one day they decided to move him from ninth in the batting order to third. It's the sensation you had when Robbie Cano started hitting for power AND average. The Yankees haven't felt this excited about a player since Robbie's first ribbie. And holy crap, now we have two!
Listen: The Master is right. You cannot predict baseball. But you sure can predict the New York City hype machinery, and you can hear the engine starting to rev.
The baseball world is about to explode with hype over the Yankees' two 25-year-old starters. Imagine TWO Matt Harveys at once. Think in terms of insanely exaggerated comparisons: Koufax and Drysdale quickly come to mind. Sports Illustrated must be pondering its covers. The tabs surely are honing their headlines. ESPN is lining up its Sunday nights. Obama and Putin are watching their schedules.
Dear God... The Yankees have TWO Ubaldos, TWO Harveys, TWO Dice Ks, TWO Darvishes - and nobody knows how good either could be. Fasten your seat belts, everybody. It's about to get really noisy, at least two out of every five days.
I'm all for the Yankees celebrating Nelson Mandela, but he never once set foot in the giant concrete dog dish where they now play
Sorry, but you can't have it both ways.
Nelson Mandela never visited this Yankee Stadium. He never ate in the Yankee Steakhouse, never perused the Grand Concourse, never frooged in the disco. He once visited the Bronx, donned a Yankee cap and told the world, "Today, I am a Yankee," and he walked in an area that is now a parking lot.
I'm good with the Yankees remembering that historical moment. But when they do, they should also be held accountable for tearing down that historical marker. If Nelson Mandela's visit was so important to them, why did they knock it down and try to sell off every single blade of grass?
Well, whenever they hold a historical ceremony, I feel compelled to note the reality of what the Yankees traded, in the name of progress and tax breaks. They once had a stadium that possessed the history of Fenway Park, of Wrigley Field, and any sports facility in America. Growing up, I never imagined anyone - not the Nazis, not the Commies, not even the aliens - could ever tear down Yankee Stadium. The last thing I thought would be that the Yankees would do it.
The British didn't tear down Westminster Abbey to build a brand new one, featuring a Hard Rock Cafe. The French don't seem inclined to knock down the Louvre and put up a modern museum, rewired for improved WiFi access. Hate to be a downer here, but New York City preferred to have a parking lot mark the historical location where Ruth and Gehrig once played, and where Mandela walked.
We tore it down.
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
For Sunday night’s game against the Red Sox, first baseman Francisco Cervelli, second baseman Yangervis Solarte, shortstop Dean Anna and third baseman Kelly Johnson totaled 19 career starts at their positions. Since 1915, the previous low for Yankees starting infield had been 26 for the quartet of Mike Hegan, Horace Clarke, Bobby Murcer and Mike Ferraro on Sept. 10, 1966, according to STATS.
1966....how'd that season turn out for youse guys, Hal? Let's ask Mr. Wiki:
The team finished with a record of 70-89, finishing 26.5 games behind the Baltimore Orioles...It was the first time they had finished in last place since 1912, their last year at the Hilltop. On September 22, paid attendance of 413 was announced at the 65,000-seat Yankee Stadium. WPIX announcer Red Barber asked the TV cameras to pan the empty stands as he commented on the low attendance. Although denied the camera shots on orders from the Yankees' head of media relations, he said, "I don't know what the paid attendance is today, but whatever it is, it is the smallest crowd in the history of Yankee Stadium, and this crowd is the story, not the game."
I'm looking forward to those cheap late-season tickets on StubHub. A great send-off for our Captain.
The Yankees are trying, already, to drive on fumes.
Derek and Roberts need rest and the rain gods gave them another day. Even Solarte looks a little beaten down, and could do with a game off. He got it.
The bullpen is stretched so thin you can see holes in the cheese. Robertson needs weeks of rest ( we all know how those groin injuries plague one ) but a Cubs game put off until, "sometime later," helps.
Shawn Kelly can't go three games in a row. And so it goes.
In the world series of ( fill in the correct date ), the then Milwaukee Braves had only 2 good pitchers. Warren Spahn ( 300 game winner ) and Johnny Sain. They only needed two days rest, plus the normal series travel breaks, to be effective again ( unlike the 90 pitch limits of today ). Hence, the Braves "prayed for rain" and got it.
So did we, yesterday.
In fact, today I awoke to 3 inches of snow, 25 mile an hour winds, and a high ( later ) of 40 degrees.
Not good baseball weather. Not good for aging legs and arms.
Give Derek and Roberts a blanket and let them stay loose in the clubhouse. We'll need them later.
For he hath squatted behind the plate of Yankee farms and fields, a worshipper of King Hal, son of George and partner of Rupert. And Francisco hath spent many years toiling in the trenches of Trenton, and the scrapyards of Scranton. Yet his future appeared fertile and ripe for a deal of multi-years, until one day Satan said unto God:
"O, Lord of Yankees, I see that your loyal servant Cervelli praises you each day, because you have given him hits and health. But what would happen if he were to suffer pain in the training of springs? Would his nose taketh on a different color than brown? Instead of worshipping your network of YES, would he not crouch and pray to the channels of NO?"
And God replieth:
"Get out, Satan, with thy socks of red! Thou art worse than New Hampshire shucking lost shillings upon Schilling! But I shall showeth you that my servant Francisco loveth the Yankees more than any creature alive. I shall send unto him a plague of plagues. And ye shall see that he still worshipeth the Yankee network, driven by Jeep, and protected by Cellino and Barnes."
And so in 2008, Francisco was tending the plate of home, when a barbarian from the Hooters ovens of Tampa crashed upon him, cracking his wrist. And Francisco cried out, "O Yankee God, thou hath forsaken me! But I shalt not slacken in my love for thee."
And so the Lord sent his avenger, Shelley Duncan, to claw a Tampa shortstop in his hood of man, launching a clearing of bench and spittle. And for a year, Francisco healed and then played.
But the following spring, Satan returned and sayeth: "Hey, what about our bet on your servant Francisco? Isn't it time to whacketh his mole again?"
And in a game of spring, God sent a ball of bean to Francisco's noggin, and he suffereth mighty aches and grains of mi. But Francisco still sayeth: "O, Yankee God, I shalt not slacken in my love for thee!"
And the following spring, God breaketh Francisco's foot, and he limp for months. But still he sayeth: "O, Yankee God, though this is getting staleth, I shalt not slacken in my love for thee!"
And the following spring, on the day before spring training endeth, as Francisco was packing his camel for the New city of York, God tradeth for Chris Stewart, son of Molina. And Francisco was banished to Scranton, which had itself been exiled unto a caravan on the New state of York's Thruway. And lo, Frankie sayeth: "O Yankee God, this truly sucketh, and it would not bothereth me if thou were to trade me, because how many Thruway Sbaro's can a loyal servant eat in? But I shalt not slacken in my love for thee!"
And the following spring, Francisco returneth and was named starting catcher in the House of Steinbrenner. And so God breaketh his hand on a tip of foul. And before Francisco could returneth and express his love for the Yankees, he was exiled by Commissioner Bud, son of Bowie, for fifty games, for he hath associated with A-Rod, cousin of Barry, and friend to Biogenisis. And nobody mentioneth Francisco for the rest of the season of ball.
And the following spring - the time of now - when Francisco finally returneth, he hath won the backup role in a great season of grapefruit. Yet Satan sayeth to God, "Hey, whateth about our bet? Send unto Francisco the pinch of hamstring." And God said, "Yeah, OK, why not?"
And so Frankie suffereth a brutal pull on his string of ham. And now, he shalt again miss months upon months of crouching behind plate.
And the Yankee God was asked, "Why, O Lord, hath thou forsaken your loyal servant? What hath Francisco - and King Hal himself - done to deserve such torture?"
And God sayeth:
"Hey, tis the game of ball. You guys tradeth my son Jesus Montero, and this is what you getteth."
So continues the Book of Cervelli.
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
OK, let's recognize that injuries forced both moves, and when your team is as old as the Yankees, somebody's always hurt. That's why we carry three two infielders, a catcher and Ichiro. Still, it's five days before Mark Teixeira returns, and we must play our regular 3B, Kelly "Killzit" Johnson at first, with everybody else filling the holes and who might ask, when Kelly goes down, who plays first? What is our fallback? Most organizations have what is known as "a minor league system." The Yankees, however, keep a four-tiered recycling bin.
Let's take a quick walk through our first base options, descending through the system.
At Scranton-Wilkes Barre - which carries a cloud wherever it goes this spring; six rain outs in 11 games - we have 28-year-old Russ Canzler, the International League's Player of the Year in 2011. He's the likely call up, and you could argue that we're blessed to have such a veteran minor league bottle opener at our disposal. He's hitting .276. Trouble is, Canzler must be added to the roster, which means dumping somebody with a greater long range upside. I'm betting it's Canzler for next five games. But who knows?
If we slide down to Trenton, we have 26-year-old Kyle Roller (a great name for an infielder) who is hitting .250. Yes our first baseman at Double A is 26. -Even our Trenton lineup is old. If Roller moves up to Scranton next year, he could break into the majors at 28. I'm not saying he can't have a nice MLB career, but 28? Are we even trying to develop young first basemen? Wouldn't it be nice to have a 24-year-old?
Let's go to Tampa - high Single A. Playing 1B Monday was 24-year-old Jose Toussen, who is 5 for 11 on the year. Twenty four years old. If he spends a season at Trenton and then one at Scranton, he could break into the majors at age 27. Again, shouldn't a guy at Tampa be 22 or 23?
Finally, way down at Charleston - low Single A - we have 21-year-old Mike Ford, off to a great start. Not too old, I guess. The guy we touted all winter as our breakout 1B, Greg Bird, is hurt. So what else is new?
Today, theoretically, Brian Cashman will do something to rectify our backup 1B situation. Like I said, I'm figuring it's Canzler. If we play Austin Romine at catcher, Yangervis Solarte at third, Dean Anna and SS, Brian Roberts at 2B, and Kelly Killzit somewhere, we are moving toward "Murderers Row 2014." We're just a couple injuries away. Yeesh.
Monday, April 14, 2014
Today's quote is a pip, and I don't mean Wally.
Another big Yankee win last night.
A few curious developments;
1. Derek not in line-up. He developed a quad strain giving all those high fives for Yankee homers from the day before.
2. Roberts not in line-up. The question here is whether his 0-April batting streak caused lower back pain, or the lower back pain caused the 0-April streak.
3. Tex still in Florida, we think. Getting the message that a no name called Kelly Johnson already looks better.
What are combined salaries of the above three non-participants?
4. Cervelli steps on the rattlesnake again. Color him out for 6 weeks, and fragile after that. Time for a trade when he appears healthy?
5. Robbie still tweaked from warming up too many times. The psychologists have a name for what he has ( grab the brass ring, finally, then shoot yourself in the foot syndrome ).
6. Beltran at first because Johnson has to play third, Solarte has to play second, and Anna has to play shortstop. Let me say that again; Beltran at first.
7. McCann out for X-rays? Nana to be back-up catcher?
8. Someone saw CC Sabathia with a first baseman's glove in the dugout in the bottom of the 7th.
Is this working out as planned or as we knew it would?
Hope that feast of young talent in the minors is ready for the call-up. What do you think, Mr. Cashman?
That's the way things go, unfortunately, in the Yankee universe of pessimism.
In fact, he's fine. No problemo. What happened was that Yangervis took one - how should I put this?- directly in the onions and right on the carriage return, if you catch my drift... you know, square on the billiards, splitting the uprights, straight down the Canyon of Heroes, onto the tumbling tumbleweeds, into the pumpkin patch, on the tomatoes, the Brussell's sprouts, the cabbages, the marshmallows, the baby carrots, the Kingsford brickettes... up the river and through the woods, onto the fruit tray and into Kim Kardashian's play land.
And he limped. Yes, our man is not an unseasoned rookie. He is a pro.
This swarm of injuries is not due to fracking or global warming; nor is it God's wrath: It is the natural state of the Yankees
Which, ahem, brings me to the Yankees...
If these Yankee injuries were hail storms, ESPN would be blaming climate change, while the popes of YES pass around rattlesnakes. Last night, John and Suzyn were - as usual - lamenting the fates, when Francisco Cervelli - a career train wreck of injuries - went down. The Gammonites of the Murdoch Fifth (R.I.P. Daily News, how could let them outbid you?) can throw up their hands and tell God he sucks, but there is no mystery here. Pre-tweaked gonads and bulging discs are a rite of Yankee spring. Everybody knows why. We are older than dirt, and injuries are our norm.
Listen: If Job were covered with bleeding pustules, and he'd spent all of yesterday swimming in Boston Harbor, maybe yelling at God wouldn't be appropriate, eh?
Today, Brian McCann goes in for x-rays on his hand. If they show a broken knuckle, yes, we are screwed. But jeez, it aint God's fault. God would know that McCann last year played in 102 games, down from 121 in 2012. (He is not stupid; He would go onto Baseball Reference.) McCann's workload has dropped steadily every season since 2010. God would tell you right off the bat: This is what you get from a 30-year-old catcher.
Last year, Derek Jeter played in 17 games. I think God would have moved him to 3B by now. The Yankees prefer to keep Jeet as their SS crown jewel. Fine. Personally, I believe if Jeter moved to third, within three weeks, he would make himself into one of the best fielding 3Bs in the AL, much as A-Rod once did. And he'd play more. Oh well. Aint gonna happen. But it's a long season, and if he plays 120 games at SS - age 39 - it will be nothing short of a miracle from God. Keep those cards and prayers coming, folks.
Mark Teixeira played 15 games last year. Just days before he tweaked his hamstring two weeks ago, he said his injured wrist will "never be the same." I bet God laughed about that one. Two years ago, Jose Batista in Toronto tweaked his wrist, and it took him 2013 to recover. (He's back to crushing the ball this year.) How much can we legitimately expect Tex to play this year in his prime form? Maybe God will send a healing balm instead of another barking hammy.
Francisco Cervelli's working address is the DL. Jacoby Ellsbury and Brett Gardner, two hard-nosed outfielders, are always a dive away from a broken bone. (Did you them nearly collide last night in left-center? Thank God Gardner pulled away. That was our season, folks, crashing together.) Did I mention David Robertson, who has pulled up lame twice now when handed the closer role? Or Brian Roberts, who missed the last three years? Or the advanced ages of the OF - Soriano, Beltran and Ichiro? Or Michael Pineda, who hadn't thrown an inning in two years? How many innings should we expect from Pineda this year, before we seriously compromise his shoulder? A hundred? A hundred fifty? Who wants to place their bets?
Listen: The Yankees are playing a strategy that involves signing old and oft-injured players, and hoping for the best. It's not the worst plan, if you have $220 million to piss away. And Hal has that money, thanks to Murdoch and YES. Thus, the strategy works - until it doesn't. (Remember Travis Hafner?)
Folks, this is not an aberration. This is not global warming or God's will. It is the Yankee plan. Injuries are how we roll. But for now, let's hope God has our back on McCann's knuckles. A broken finger would be a low blow, even for God.
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Pine tar? Bad umping? Doesn't matter. Boston can never lose without MLB needing to look into it.
If we win today, we go two games above .500! (Like Joe Torre, the real Tori, I'm never comfortable until we're 10 above.)
If we win today, Ivan Nova isn't just another high-speed train magnetically headed off the rails, and Yangervis Solarte might be a long-term strategy (talking July) at 3B, or at least a RH platoon for Kelly Killzit.
If we win today, we can beat the Redsocks once in Boston and take the month of April from them.
If we win today, our bullpen can withstand the loss of its closer.
If we win today, we hit the Cubs with confidence and our two best starters.
If we win today, Adam Warren and David Phelps continue to anchor the bullpen.
If we win today, for all those fans who didn't get to see Derek Jeter yesterday, it wasn't for nothing.
And if we lose, well, screw it. Might as well be googling Tori Spelling.