The Captain called it when he spoke to the media after being diagnosed with yet another muscle strain, this time in his calf, and most likely going back on the DL. I can’t imagine what his level of frustration must be. He just wants to play and yet his body keeps letting him down. So awful.
Speaking of awful, that’s what Hughes was today in what could have been his audition for the Padres. After all, his old buddy Ian Kennedy is now a Padre and Hughes is a California boy and Petco is supposed to be a pitcher’s park. Still, he couldn’t get hitters out and was gonzo before I blinked.
The lack of offense isn’t worth talking about at this point. It is what it is.
So after dropping the series to a team they should have creamed, the Yankees head to Chicago to face the circus that will be A-Rod. I’m exhausted contemplating all the media waiting for Mr. Biogenesis to say, “No comment. I just want to help my teammates.” Someone on Twitter said it’s kind of sad that Mo and his farewell tour are the only things worth savoring this season, and I have to agree. I wish we could fast-forward to next year.