Vomit induced

You may think, as the official Bulletin Yankees blogger, I went into hiding because of the Yankees god-awful play. But no, I've just been sick. Thanks for caring.

The Yankees are a mess. They get OK pitching and don't hit, or they get awful pitching ... and don't hit.

One game is more brutal than the next, and I think it's making the announcers that much worse. Michael Kay is intolerable most nights. John Flaherty and David Cone are atrocious. It's as if they bought the same announcer's book of cliches and studied it and studied it and studied it. A few nights last week, Paul O'Neill was in the booth, and he seems to bring a measure of sanity to the broadcast. There's less a need to talk every minute.

Last night, Cone talked for nearly two minutes straight about AJ Burnett's slurvey kinda slidery breaking ball that goes side to side but also has downwatd movement. The futility on the field is bad enough, but the soundtrack ... forget water-boarding. The CIA should make terror detainees watch one Yankees-Red Sox game.

Talk about cruel and unusual.