The Yankees are horrible right now– which may seem like a ridiculous statement given the fact that our 14-14 record sh*ts on our 9-14 start last year (we were actually 13-15 after 28 games, but I’m trying to make a point here), but it’s true nonetheless– and the Rangers are even worse. I’m to the point where I’m watching these games expecting pretty much anything and everything to go wrong– from the Yankees hitting weak a$$ inning-ending grounders for the upteenth time with the bases loaded, to the Blueshirts taking one moronic, game-changing penalty after another… to the world ending. Seriously, you name it and it all seems possible right now.
I should probably be more pissed about the Rangers’ despicable display in the Eastern Semis, but I’m not. Like I said after Game 1, it’s pretty hard to go nuts considering it’s blatantly obvious that the refs have been mandated to hand Sidney Crosby the Cup on a silver platter. That’s not to say that we’d be up in the series if all things were equal– the Pens are legit, there’s no denying that– but when they’re playing 9-on-5 all game, every game, getting your a$$ handed to you becomes a foregone conclusion.
The Yankees though?! Wow. Where do I even begin? I mean this is beyond painful to watch. Our hardest hit balls are dribblers to second base and flares to left-field, (Though kudos to Robbie for hitting that dinger. Can’t wait to see his next one about 3 weeks from now.)… and call me crazy, but something tells me the runs aren’t going to come pouring in anytime soon with A-rizzel and Jorgie on the shelf. And then you’ve got Phil Hughes and Ian Kennedy well on their way to making Paul Wilson and Bill Pulsipher look like f@#king Hall-of-Famers. I don’t know where the Aaron Smalls and Shawn Chacons are going to come from this time around, but we better find ‘em, and find ‘em fast. Otherwise Ohlendorf, Hawkins, and Albaledejo are going to go the way of Paul Quantrill, Tanyon Sturtze, and Scott Proctor before them and feel lucky just to be able use their right hands to hold their d@#ks when they piss by the time June rolls around, let alone use them to throw a baseball.
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