I went out with a friend for drinks this afternoon, so I managed to avoid most of what turned out to be the latest fiasco. It was still a close game when I got home in the 7th inning, but that little bomb Cory Wade gave up put things out of reach for the Yankees’ non-existent offense.
Wow. They’re bad. Not every opposing pitcher is Sandy Koufax, so what’s the problem? Yes, tonight’s hurler was an unknown and we know how much trouble they have with unknowns. But still. What is the problem?
In the past when the team has gone into a collective slump, I’ve said, “Well, it’s cold.” Or: “Well, they’re banged up.” Or even: “Well, these things happen.” But now? Other than Tex’s respiratory issues, what’s the excuse?
I guess I could chalk it up to the month of May; if memory serves the Yankees don’t hit in May. At least that’s what happened in 2007 when I was writing the “She-Fan” book. They rallied and came on strong in June and beyond. Maybe the pattern will repeat itself.
Meanwhile, Hughes pitched well enough to win. I guess we should be grateful for that.



















