This pic was from a loss to the Tigers in the postseason, but it typifies the helplessness and haplessness of the Yankees right now. How frustrating it must have been to get a great outing from Pettitte (another great outing, by the way) against a last place division rival and not be able to score any runs – especially when the scoreboard screamed, “Take advantage of the teams that lost tonight!”
Sad, but inevitable. Soriano, who has provided such an offensive spark, told the beat writers that he can’t generate any power because of his thumb and if it weren’t September he wouldn’t be playing. Ditto A-Rod, who seems not to have any body parts that don’t hurt. And on and on it goes.
I was taking my afternoon walk at the beginning of the game and listening to John and Suzyn on my At Bat app. In the top of the first, A-Rod hit one deep and Sterling went into his home run call, only to say, “Oh. Sorry. It was caught.” Made me furious. What an egregious mistake to give fans hope early on. He’s been doing that all year but this time it really got to me.
Maybe it’s all getting to me. It’s definitely getting to the Yankees, judging by that body language.
That was a painful game to watch, from the top of the first to the top of the ninth. Why they couldn’t find a way to score at least one run with the bases loaded is beyond me. Other than Andy being Andy, there was absolutely nothing positive to take away from that game. Dickey was solid after the first two innings and our bats are just dead. I don’t want to say its over…but the hill is getting steeper. I can’t stand Sterling, Jane. I know a lot of fans like him, but to me he is incredibly annoying and for such a historic team to have such a bad announcer…ugh. The station that will be carrying their games is changing next year but Sterling is going with them so I just have to deal with it. Fortunately, I don’t have to listen to too many games. Anyway, its not over til the fat lady sings and I’m not singing yet (lol)…GO YANKEES!!!
I wish I could say I’m with you on the fat lady, Diane, but I think she’s had her song, unfortunately. I love the Yanks, but they don’t have the talent or the health at this point to do more than finish out the season the best they can.
To paraphrase: These are the times that try fans’ souls. So to speak.
I’ve tried to express my admiration and even amazement this year for how this motley crew has managed to hang in the pennant race. Every day, my wife the Closet Sawx Fan asks what the Yankees did, and I tell her, it’s usually bad news (esp. right now), and she says they’re not dead yet. Methinks she awaits that final coffin nail…
But hey, Diane, Sterling might stink (I rarely hear him), but for my money, Red Barber (The Old Readhead) was far far worse. He’s supposed to be legendary, but his legend was in BROOKLYN. By the time he came to the Yanks (to be teamed with Mel Allen and Scooter), he was dull as dishwater. Probably hated being a Yankee announcer after what he’d been thru in Flatbush. Fellow geezer-fans, feel free to comment or disagree. Ah, the Good Old Daze…