Wasn’t it just a few weeks ago that everyone was radiating, basking, obliviating and gushing about the Boyz from the Bronx, second to the Sox of Boston in 2018, but poised, ready and able to regain their rightful place (according to the Yankee Bible, found in Tampa at the entrance to Steinbrenner Field) in The Fall Classic? And then they started to play for real.
Should we document the M*A*S*H unit (I sometimes wonder how the classics of back in the day would play now…kind of like comparing Cousy and Kidd, or Gibson and Mad Max. ‘All in the Family’?….could you imagine the spewing on Twitter??? But I think Alda and the crew from the 4077 could hold their own…in any era…but I digress.). The muscular Stanton said it best, “I just spent six weeks getting ready, and now this?”
The patients and the ailments are too diverse to list…and I’m sure I would confuse the masses with possible false representation. But we haven’t gotten to April 15 (Do your taxes?…how did that go) and the Pinstripers have lost their shortstop, third baseman, left fielder, center fielder, top pitcher and probably the beer vendor for the Bleacher Creatures. That is a lot of manpower, and regardless of how much depth you think you have…that depth doesn’t look so good when the bench…or Triple AAA…have to assume major innings. If they were good enough to have been in the rotation…they would have been there in the first place! But now the formidable lineup of nine, may just be a pretty good lineup of five. Can you say ‘let’s pitch around him’ boys and girls?
Football is so complex for the common folk… with the routes and schemes and cover 2 and cover this and X’s and O’s that can produce a migraine. Basketball is sports ballet…except now it’s become bombs away and strategy be damned. But baseball, proceeding at the pace of a black and white silent film ( Btw…the colorization of old baseball footage is priceless) is the sports pinata for the masses. Take your swing…any swing…and knock the stuffing out of your over-compensated, over-indulged, over-the-speed limit roster.
But do some breathing exercises. It’s April. I haven’t opened the pool yet.
The Birdman, a.k.a. Ian Eagle, nominated for a Sports Emmy in the play-by-play category. Setting the bar a bit high for the offspring in the on deck circle…a.k.a @noaheagle.
I wonder if Zion is going to borrow that cash machine Mayweather has in is house.
The Mets knew they were flying home from Miami on Wednesday night. They had the option to play at 4:00 PM. It’s not like taking the PATH from Hoboken.
If I ever did one of the Q & A’s where they ask your favorite actor…I may have to go with Woody. Check out ‘The Highwaymen’ on Netflix.
Wonder what the feeling off River Ave. will be if Bryce hits 58 dingers this year.
I think The Beard will win the regular season MVP….and the Greek (Yogurt) Freak will cop the playoff MVP.
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