I really hoped the Yankees would pull themselves out of the doldrums in the opener against the O’s tonight. Obviously. But instead of seeing a team that was revved up and ready to do battle, I saw one that went down to defeat in a surprisingly and disturbingly wimpy way. I mean, watching Swisher flail at the ball all night was painful. And he had plenty of company in the flailing department. Kuroda wasn’t perfect, but he must wonder what he has to do to get his guys to score runs for him. And Derek Lowe. Sigh. He might as well be Sergio Mitre at this point.
I never thought the Yanks would maintain, let alone, pad their 10-game lead, but to lose so many games and have that lead dwindle to two? Yes, it feels like the air’s gone out of the balloon.
Still, there’s a month of baseball left to play and they can get hot again, particularly with A-Rod and Tex back in the lineup and Pettitte on the mound. In the meantime, it wouldn’t hurt if Girardi sat everybody down in a room and yelled at them until the veins in his neck popped out.