The Detroit Tigers finally put the Yankees out of their misery and swept them out of the playoffs. A rational person would sleep on it and wait until the morning to write all his or her thoughts down. I’m a Yankees and therefore cannot be considered a rational person.
After Jeter got hurt, this team was never the same. It was as-if Jeter’s injury was a built-in excuse to lose.
I’m glad C.C. Sabathia got rocked in Game Four. The Yankees’ starting pitching had been pretty stellar this postseason (not as good as the Tigers but I digress). Even if C.C. only gave up two runs and pitched a gem, he would have lost just like Kuroda in Game Two. After the third inning where Mark Texiera had a ridiculous error and Nunez tried to top him by misplaying a chopper through the middle, C.C. said “Screw this” and wanted out too.
If it comes out that the Yankees bet on these games like the 1919 Chicago Black Sox, I would actually be relived. That would make more sense then 80% of the team suddenly being unable to hit.
For all the talk about Alex Rodriguez, the player who disappointed me the most of was Robinson Cano. I can’t believe he went 0-29 in the postseason until finally breaking through with a single at the end of Game Three. A-Rod, Swisher, Granderson, those guys I expected to slump in the postseason but every time Cano came to bat, I thought, “This is the one. He’s going to flick his wrist and clobber the ball.” It just never happened.
If Joe Girardi gets fired as a result of this series, I’ll feel bad for him but I won’t argue with the decision. His panic lineups made no sense. Yes, Swisher, Granderson and A-Rod were struggling but they still had more of an upside offensively than Gardner, Nunez and Chavez.
After it was clear the Yankees were going to lose this series after Game Two, these were my hopes in order of importance: No perfect game, No no-hitter, No one hitter, No sweep. I’ll live with the last one
I bet Josh Hamilton’s agent has been texting GM Brian Cashman after every Granderson at-bat.
I feel bad for Kevin Long. Even though he can’t go out there and make them execute, when your team can’t muster more than 11 hits in 27 innings, you’re probably getting fired.
Every diehard Yankees fan will type “baseball free agents 2012-13″ into Google in the next 48 hours (Spoilers: It’s not that good list past Josh Hamilton and B.J. Upton).
Some years I’m okay with the Yankees not winning a World Series and this is one of those years. I didn’t think we were that great coming into the season and was mostly surprised by our success despite a lot of injuries particularly in the rotation (we are continuously forced start Freddie Garcia!). That said, I didn’t want to go out like this. No one does.
First of all, I was surprised how much I missed basketball. When the season started, I couldn’t be puled away from keeping track of the Knicks via League Pass. Whenever I got the opportunity, I would take advantage of the NBA League Pass two week free trial to watch the new Knicks. Before the season started, I had all but decided to purchase League Pass but something happened during that free trial.
It’s bad enough that beyond Tyson Chandler, Amar’e Stoudemire and Carmelo Antony, the Knicks’ roster look like a bunch of community center castoffs – always calling “next.” It’s bad enough that Mike D’Antoni’s offensive strategy appears to be shoot as many three pointers as possible (the earlier in the shot clock, the better) and when that doesn’t work, pass the ball to Will…I mean Carmelo and hope he can bail the team out (‘Melo will be dead by the All-Star break). No, Bill. You apparently traveled back in time to the 90′s, got twists put in your hair and made it back in time for the season.
What were you thinking?
You look like one of the Kris Kross‘ kids grown up.
I guess I won’t get to see what the Knicks with Amare and Carmelo would like like when they had a whole offseason and preseason to work out the kinks. As you’ve probably heard by now, the NBA players Union rejected the owner’s latest proposal and have opted to disband. While it saddens me that there might not be a basketball season, I’m not mad at the players. They made plenty of concessions to the owners to address the financial woes the NBA are claiming but it was never enough. It’s like when you have someone beat but you want them to kneel and admit defeat for your own ego.
Wednesday night, the Knicks got blown out by the Dallas Mavericks. They were only down by six at halftime but then Dallas destroyed them in the third quarter. I was really disappointed because I thought they could pull it off. They had beaten the Spurs and, most recently, the Heat. It’s weird caring about the Knicks again.
When the Knicks were great in the 90′s, they, along with the Yankees, were my life. I spent almost every Sunday watching the NBA on NBC looking for the next matchup versus the hated Chicago Bulls or Miami Heat. The only time I ever cried over a sporting event was when the Houston Rockets beat the Knicks in game seven of the 1994 NBA Finals (Why wouldn’t Riley put in Hubert Davis when John Starks was 2-18? WHY!?!?). As the years went on, the Knicks got worse but were still competitive. The Allan Houston years weren’t as horrible as everyone makes them out to be. He did get us to back to the Finals (taking full advantage of the strike-shortened season). But then the scourge known as Isiah Thomas and his harbinger of doom, Stephon Marbury, came to town and destroyed everything I loved about the Knicks for about a decade. At least I had the Yankees.
Sure he has a bad knee and eyes and he has a five year, $100 million contract (all five years guaranteed) but if the Knicks had left this free agency season empty-handed or overpaying for a low-tier player because they had to (which still might happen), I would have been more disappointed.