baseball blog part the shut up, yankees.

Category: dribblings

etiberius has so lovingly sent me a link showing the COMPLETE AWESOMENESS of Royals pitcher (not a belly-itcher) Zack Greinke. i watched the Royals destroy the ChiSox the other night. i usually cheer for the sox because the Birmingham Barons are a farm team for Chicago, but the other night they couldn’t do ANYTHING.

it was almost like watching the Yankees play.

i did watch the Yanks/Redsux on whatever damn night it was with the rain delay. and i stayed up for the whole thing. and i really, really and truly thought the boys were gonna pull it out. bottom of the ninth, two outs, the tying and winning run on base, Swisher’s up to bat and…. oh, he walks? shit, no wait, that’s okay, bases loaded and Cano’s up. this will be fine! fine, i say! they’re gonna do it! they’re really going to do it! strike three. son of a BITCH. you break my heart EVERY TIME.

and one of the bad things about watching the Yanks play, especially at home, is the announcers. it is ALWAYS a JeterLoveFest in the booth. now look, I love Jeter. I do. but could we please stop acting like he’s our lord and savior Jeter Christ? and then after they all worship and adore him, glorify his presence at short stop, praise his bat…. then they immediately go into the fact that he’s getting older and oh, sweet baby Jesus, what are the Yankees going to do when Jete gets EVEN OLDER? or…. pray it never happens: he retires?! what then?! what! will the Yankees! do?!

they’ll probably just dissolve the team. i mean, what would be the point of even having a team anymore? because they’ve never before had star players who’ve been traded and/or retired. and it’s not like other people could play the game, heavens no. and with the Yanks gone, i’m assuming MLB will just collapse on itself and die.

woe is Mudville.

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