It’s not that Chase Whitley is having TJ surgery. It’s not even that Jacoby Ellsbury is on the DL for however long it takes for his latest injury to heal. It’s that the Yankees have stunk lately. It was the road trip from hell, that’s what it was. The two-game set against the Nationals could have gone either way – the games were that close – but somehow you just knew the Yanks would end up on the losing side.

They’ll win again, just like the sun will come out tomorrow and all the other hopeful things people say at times like this. What’s more serious for me is that I’m not attached to this team the way I’ve been to teams in the past. I have to be honest: there’s no one I truly root for. I’m not into Beltran or McCann. I think Headley, who was supposed to be this great defensive third baseman, has been pretty awful. Didi is either not ready for prime time or simply not a stand-out. Tex has shown flashes of his former glory but you never know what you’ll get. And A-Rod is, well, A-Rod. Brett Gardner’s the spark plug of the team, no doubt, and if I were going to go all in on a player, he’d be it. Or maybe Miller and Betances. They’re worth rooting for. As for most of the relievers, the ones who come and go on the shuttle from Triple A, I have no idea who’s who.

I need to get my mojo back as a fan, just like the Yankees need to get their mojo back as a team. I’m glad they shaved off the mustaches, but now they’ll probably go out and get matching tattoos or something. Maybe a team meeting with Girardi would work better or one of his famous meltdowns on the field.