Thursday, August 04, 2005

Doesn't Make Sense

What in tarnation happened to Mike Mussina last night? It just doesn’t make sense.

Ladies and gentlemen this is Chewbacca. Chewbacca is a Wookiee from the planet Kashyyyk, but Chewbacca lives on the planet Endor. Now, think about that. That does not make sense! Why would a Wookiee—an eight foot tall Wookiee—want to live on Endor with a bunch of two foot tall Ewoks? That does not make sense!

But more important, you have to ask yourself, what does this have to do with Mike Mussina? Nothing. Ladies and gentlemen, it has nothing to do with Moose! It does not make sense!

Look at me, I'm a writer writing about the Yankees, and I'm talkin' about Chewbacca. Does that make sense? Ladies and gentlemen, I am not making any sense. None of this makes sense!

Usually when a pitcher hurls four strong innings and seemingly has his stuff, he doesn’t get rocked for six runs in the fifth. Mussina was placing his pitches well in innings one through four, and his curveball had the Indians back on their heels.

Another perplexing thought: he had only given up two runs by the time he got two outs. And he couldn’t retire one more guy before four more runs were plated. Wonderful.

Pardon me for sounding utterly confused at this point. It’s just uber frustrating having your ace on the mound, handing him a four run lead, watching him pitch well enough that you’re confident in a win, leaving for a friend’s place, and finally turning on the radio to find that he blew it. Then, of course, it’s a race back home to find out exactly what happened.

So Moose blows a game that we should have won, leaving the Yanks four and half back of the Red Sox for the division, three behind Oakland and only a half game up on Cleveland for the Wild Card. And now Shawn Chacon has to face the sophomore jinx tonight in a game that the Yanks really need to win.

Who am I kidding? We need to go 39-16 for the rest of the season just to get to 95 wins. Thankfully, it may only take 90 to win the division. Unfortunately, we really don’t have a pitching staff that’s capable of even 90 wins. Even when Pavano returns, the rotation still looks as shaky as it did in the early months of the season.

Now, if the Yanks can even out this boat, get Pavano rolling, and get Wang back in September at full strength (not holding my breath), then we can start talking. But by then, the Yanks may have already played themselves out of the playoffs.

And what makes the pitching woes worse is a blurb in the Daily News about the Yanks picking up Aaron Sele, which is funny because the first comment out of my mouth when I saw that he was DFA’d was, “Hey, Sam [my brother], you think we should pick up Sele?” It’s kind of sad that the Yanks are throwing out a welcome mat for other teams’ rejects.

Since 2001, Sele’s ERA hasn’t dipped below four, and he hasn’t registered 10 wins, or even managed 30 starts. In short, signing Sele would be a downgrade over (under?) Al Leiter, if that’s possible.

Further enraging me is a blurb I read in a local paper, in which it is reported that Cashman is looking at signing Singo Takatsu, which would prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that he has a brain aneurysm. Sure, he had a good year last year, but has anyone ever heard of a fluke? Because he’s the definition, to a T. After a stellar season last year, he has allowed more hits than innings pitched, and has allowed just ten less runs and five less walks than last season…in half the innings.

I think – and some may consider this a stretch – that if we’re desperate enough to sign Takatsu and/or Sele, we just might be better off thinking about next season. And for that reason, all eyes should be on Chacon tonight, because if he can provide any amount of consistency for the remainder of the year, he could surely have a spot in next year’s rotation.

But in all likelihood, he’ll pull a Leiter. Don’t you love post-loss cynicism?