ENOUGH ALREADY

Hey Hal, Hank, et al,
Are you freaking kidding me? This isn't an end-of-the-world rant because it is only June but there's something bigger going on here. The Yankees have always maintained a dominant attitude towards the lesser men from Boston and now all this, "Be patient" BS has come to translate to a lackadaisical team who gets their head's handed to them by red legged ugly people. ENOUGH.

Go get me a pitcher and I don't care if you he's from the South Pole. Get a REAL batting coach or fire all your Hall of Famer's hitting .280 or less. And someone tell Girardi to let the buzz cut grow out a little, will ya?

Western Front

Facing the best pitchers the West Coast could offer, the Yanks now head home with a 6-3 on the trip, also swiping a few Pina Coladas on the way. Tex came up big today hitting two.  Swisher did his part. And John Sterling had John Sterling moments.

Good thing too, because on this upcoming home stand we got Indians, Rangers and those awful losers from Beantown next up on the schedule.  Hopefully the staff can piece together a few decent starts and the New York sun can heat up these bats.

And as The Captain's 3000th approaches the eyes will become more and more focused on Derek. Let's see if he can get it at home and toss in a little of that Jeter flair.

Grandyman's Sweet

If it weren't for Curtis Granderson the Yankees might be looking up at more teams than we'd like to admit here, this guy's been amazing.

What is it Curtis? Are you eating double porterhouses at Smith & Wollensky's every other day?

Can some of our other sluggers try and pick it up to at least a slow jog here before we hit June?

OK enough of this, I'm heading to Ray's for a midnight slice.

This Colon Smells Like Victory

Bartolo who woulda thunk? You look like you should be fishing for bluefish on the shores of some sandy beach head but instead you toss inning after inning of ball for us. You keep us in games and even when it takes a few extra innings, you propel us to victory. How about that.

Now if we can just get some HITS.

Bronx Zoology

If I didn't know better I'd thought I was wearing my Tony Manero white three piece while doubling up on some slices from Ray's...because this team reminds me of '78 when we could see early on Billy's drinking and Reggie's straw-stirring weren't a good match.

Jorge apologizes but to who? Cashman makes amends but for what? The Yankee brass is supposedly angry at Jeter but why? Suddenly this thing's got us playing Marcia Clark and her haircut would look awful on me. So let's not.

Let's give Jorge the benefit of the doubt. Whatever that even means. Let's say all of you, Cash, Joe G, Jeter, Swisher, Harpo and even Zeppo, howsa bout ALL of you get together and figure out a ways to WIN.

OK?

Bronx Chaos

As the vaunted Yankees dropped ANOTHER game to those yellow bellied jack o lanterns from Beantown, Jorge Posada asks out of the game and then all hell broke loose. Joe Buck sat there stammering with Sarah Silverman, a famous pink hat, while Tim McCarver looked as if he wanted to leave the country. Two bleeps later FOX was hoping to return their credibility (wait, ....ok nevermind) when Cashman goes on and says "it wasn't injury it was...". When did Brian Cashman turn into Monte Hall? I want answers people.

So as we sit here awaiting word on what's up Georgie, we need to figure out how to make this team better. Kevin Long? Hey Hall of Famer's go through long stretches where nobody can hit and nobody looks around at this guy. Messing with Jeter's swing, changing Alex's leg kick, suddenly this guys turning into Bob Fosse.

Gimme a freaking break.

Freedom Rings

It's only appropriate that the greatest team that ever was claims victory on this day. God Bless America and the New York Yankees.

Balti-less Is More

So off we went, our yearly excursion to the land of crab cakes and rain showers. The Yankees went on a three game set to Baltimore and ended up playing two, because of Friday night's constant drizzle. What that meant for me was something akin to a Roman Festival Meal at a local seafood house on the pier. Mussels in white wine should be served at da Stadium without question.

The Pin Stripes won both games, one a big hitting laugher and another a nervous laugher in extra innings. Granderson looks to be saving our bacon a bit much for a number 2 hitter but we'll take it.

We will be back to do some more damage later in the year and hopefully the city has double upped on tartar sauce by then.

Two Outta Three Ain't Good

Come on for freaking out loud. One of three out of the Boston series to a team that can't get outta it's own freakin' way? Joe, light me a fire baby, we need some warriors come playoff time so harness up the oxbow and teach them boys how to hunt!

What the heck am I talking about?

Let's Rumble

It's underway in the Bronx and my shorts are riding high. The team looks solid. AJ has shown up so far but he's under permanent microscope duty this year. The team is 4-2 and just in time to meet the incoming pansies from up the Pike. This season is young and so are my Uncle Louie's girlfriend's lately, but youth springs eternally and if we can get some hitting and some pitching moving in the same direction this weekend, it'll be one dollar drafts at Stan's all weekend.