Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Hurts So Bad

Pain. Pain and frustration. Pain and frustration and this is why we’re in second place and the bats need to speak up and no one’s playing any October baseball until we can beat the #%&!’n Devil Rays. Whew. Felt good to get that off my chest.

The Yanks lost and ESPN ruined my fantasy football league. Quite a day, I have to say. Makes me kind not want to write about sports today…or for the next millennia.

As much as I hate to admit it, Dan Graziano at the Newark Star Ledger is right: this is the reason we’re Malcolm Young to Boston’s Angus. The D-Rays entered Fenway last week and flew out losers of four straight. They fly into the Bronx and they’re thinking, “two of three, easy.”

Malarkey, I say! So not only did the Yanks lose a game that they should have won, but now they have the pressure on to take the next two, and THEN take all three from Boston. Great job, guys. Way to put yourselves into a hole right when it matters.

You know what’s getting real old? Bitching about the Yankees. And yes, I realize that’s what I’ve done for the last 18,000 paragraphs, but it’s starting to get old. Maybe if we didn’t have such high expectations, we could be taking these losses in stride. To have a team that can hit better than Bobby Brown, with their 16 Million Dollar Man on the mound no less, lose to a last place team at this juncture in the season is inexcusable. And especially on a day when Boston won!

Do you think it would be worth it to spend an additional $16 mil (adjusted for inflation) to rework Randy Johnson? He’d be unstoppable with cybernetic limbs and, of course, a bionic back. Then again, there’d probably be a flaw in the operation and he’d go nuts, demanding a trade to Boston.

Now all of our eggs have been transplanted into the baskets of a guy who had an ERA above nine before heading to the DL for four months and a 25-year-old rookie who is coming off rotator cuff rehab. And you know what? There are worse things than relying on Jaret Wright and Chien-Ming Wang – like relying on Al Leiter.

Seems like I’m taking this column in a pitching direction, which is not exactly what I intended to do. The pitching, save for Leiter’s blasphemous appearance Friday, hasn’t been terrible lately. Well, the starters at least. My problem with the team at this point is the hitting.

Any team that sports a batting order of Jeter, Matsui, Sheffield, A-Rod, Giambi, Bernie, Sierra, Posada and Cano shouldn’t find themselves in any kind of offensive drought. Unless, of course, the nine starters fall victim to nine separate misfortunes and are unable to play. But that will never happen. Three misfortunes, that's possible. Seven misfortunes, there's an outside chance. But nine misfortunes? I'd like to see that!

Alas, misfortunes did occur in the form of seven men left on base, which translated into a mere three runs on a bloated 11 hits. Yippee. It really makes me look forward to tonight’s game.

Tampa Bay is 21-49 on the road, and is sending out a pitcher with a 5.04 ERA. The Yankees are 44-25 at home and are sending out a guy who has a 3.04 ERA since returning from the DL. And yet, I’m not at all confident in a win tonight. Case and point, the same Doug Waechter hurled nine strong against us last time.

I have a feeling tomorrow won’t be about the Yankees. The NFL season starts tomorrow, however, so maybe a little J-E-T-S or some Giants. Because it’s not like the Mets are doing anything exciting at this point.