Do
we really care if A-Rod is suspended, since he was never here, wasn't
very good the last time we looked and unless he brings Jeter,
Granderson, Teixeira and a boatload of performance enhancing drugs with
him for the gang that couldn't hit straight, his return will mean about
as much to the welfare of this team as an umbrella during Superstorm
Sandy?
The 2013 Yankees are a sinking ship, having more
important parts on the permanent do not play list than an old Back
Street Boys album. If there is such a thing as an injury bug, than this
is the year of the plague. A-Rod with no games in, Jeter one and gone
again, Granderson and Teixiera with insulting injuries piled on top of
one another. Who in his right mind will be pitching to Cano the rest of
this season? Meanwhile, who kidnapped C.C. Sabathia and left this less
than mediocre imposter in his place?
It is time to give up the ghost, throw in the towel. As
wonderful as this farewell tour is for Mariano, the one who is actually
warming up in the Yankee bullpen these days is the fat lady. As
unthinkable as this is, as unhappy and uncomfortable as I am, as much as
I am used to looking down on the rest of the baseball universe, I am
afraid that I am now compelled to utter those immortal words of
surrender: Wait til next year.
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