It’s just how we thought it would play out. The pomp(ous) and circumstance. The cheers and jeers, the shock and awe, the can you believe that and when will we see this again. Judge and Stanton? Didi and Sevi? The Return of the Dark Knight and Yoenis digs the long ball? Of course not…I’m talkin’ Mike and the Mad Dog!!! The Boys of Summer return home, bombs away in the Bronx, winning in Flushing…and who hijacks the sports section?….High Heat on the MLB Network!!! (That’s the most buzz for afternoon drive since Big Mike fell asleep chatting with Sweeny…but I digress).
But despite the radio noise…all eyes were on the Demons of the Deegan…who delighted the masses with not one, not two but three against the men from Tampa. Which of course begs the question…it’s early April…shouldn’t those games actually be played in Tampa? But despite the frostbite, the pinstripe faithful howled with delight when 2, 3 and 4 in the Yankee lineup launched dingers…and let the parade begin! Did we mention they have not won every game…that the bullpen has been anything but automatic? Who cares…there are moves to dissect, whine to be poured, the Dark Side of the Moon playing on each and every media platform. And did we forget the Sterling call on Giancarlo (not Italian) and Suzyn’s voice, which is one level below James Earl Jones?
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And then, as if in witness protection, the Mets. New manager, new vibe, same starters…and posting numbers on the left hand side of the ledger. And what do we hear?….well, let’s not get carried away, it’s just the first week. Can we enjoy a little success, people? This isn’t the NFL, where each game is its own mini-season. This is baseball…162 games that test man, woman, child and mascot…where you may brave the chill of April but wilt during the heat of August. To say nothing of September, when you can just add players…it’s the sports version of Let’s Make A Deal…come on down…there’s a spot on the bench just for you…for the one game you can steal a base.
It’s a long game…and even a longer season.
Enjoy the NBA playoffs.
Tiger in the woods on my phone is just as bad as Tiger in the woods on the big screen.
The King at 33 is just remarkable…I needed to say that one more time.
I truly hope that Stanton and Judge don’t bust something when they mash forearms.
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