so, the Yankees were up 5-3 last night in Cleveland, in the bottom of the 9th. i figured Holmes would be coming on for the save. apparently, so did the players. when Aaron Boone brought in Schmidt instead, my first reaction was what the fuck. of course, the Yankees lost the game, 6-5. after the game, Boone said Holmes was only going to be used in case of emergency. apparently, having the bases loaded and holding on to a 5-4 lead isn't an emergency. Holmes after the game said he was good to go and told the coaches that before the game. so, one of them is lying and considering Boone can't coach himself out of a wet paper bag in the playoffs, i'm going to say he is. i'm so fucking sick and tired of how this team plays in the playoffs, i'm at the point where either Boone needs to go. or, maybe it is time to finally have a new GM for the first in a quarter century. or hell, how nice would it be if Hal Steinbrenner grew a set of balls and got rid of them both. i won't be watching Game 4 tonight, even if the Yankees are winning.
a delightful trip into the dark mind of an evil genius or simply the musings of an asshole
Sunday, October 16, 2022
when anger never leaves...
Wednesday, October 6, 2021
well, that's all for the baseball season for me...
the Yankees lost last night to Boston, 6-2. i will be stunned if Aaron Boone is back next season. personally, i hope he's not. he was given a team 4 years ago that was 1 game away from the World Series. he never got the team that close in his 4 years, and he had Stanton and Cole on top of it. the whole thing for me is if Boone goes, then Cashman has to go as well. they need a whole organizational switch and fucking realize that all these teams have passed them by. if The Boss was still alive, i think a few of them would have been walking back from Boston last night.
Monday, March 1, 2021
welcome to March...
thankfully, today was sunny. of course, since i decided i better write some poems last night, i didn't get to bed until 5 this morning. and lucky me, i was up at 8:30 this time.
i wrote 3 poems last night. first poems i had written in a couple of weeks. hopefully, i will have some more in the next few days.
Manchester United and Chelsea played a lifeless 0-0 draw yesterday. there's a few hours of my life i'll never get back.
Sunday, November 1, 2020
welcome to November...
the wind is fucking howling today. at least the newspaper wasn't all over the street this time.
Ohio State defeated Penn State last night, 38-25. honestly, the game never felt as close as the score would indicate.