Thursday, November 18, 2010

Oh Derek ...

This will not end well.

The Yanks shot themselves in the face with the Posada contract, now DJ wants in on the action, and he probably deserves it.

That said, I wish he would have gone the Paulie O route and done year-to-year contracts based on his health and production.

But that's a perfect world and the Yankees vast fortune can't make it such.

The Yankees will cave to Jeter's four-year demand, but God help him if he goes all Willie Mays on us.

Derek, buddy, we will turn on you. We will hurl invective at you. We will question your hustle, your health, your legacy. We shout unpleasant things at you, and when we leave the Stadium, or turn off the TV or radio, we will feel guilty and lament doing so, knowing you don't deserve any of it, but also knowing we have no other choice but to do so.

So, take your year and your money, as the Yankees will surely give it to you, as much for us and for the organization, but don't say we didn't warn you.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Lee, Lee, Lee, Lee, Lee, Lee, Lee, Lee, Lee, Lee, Lee, Lee

We're talking effing Lee.

Or, the Yankees are, anyway. Because it's all about pitching. And they know this.

They also know Jorge ain't a catcher no more. He's a DH. He was a DH last year. The quicker he comes to grips with this, the quicker he can get on with his career, extended by five to eight seasons.

He's the ideal DH for the Yankees, or any team really, but only the Yankees will pay the freight for him. Such is their curse.

Anyway, the pinstripers need more, reliable pitching, and a rotation of Sabathia, Lee, Pettitte, Burnett (the good version) and Phil Hughes is really more a video rotation. But, whatever. The Giants won the title with pitching, mostly home grown. The Yankees got bounced because they couldn't hit, couldn't pitch and got dinged up at the worst possible time.

The Yanks will dump some dead weight, and reload for next season with more golden bullets.

Also, Derek Jeter deserved the Golden Glove, so you haters can shut your faces. Six errors. Six. You're graded by the plays you make. He makes them.