F*&! Joe Torre

Since Joe Torre breaks our hearts, this blog will break his balls. Every day of the season I will detail the errors, misjudgements, and omissions that make him the most overrated manger in the history of the game (even more than Tommy Lasorda!). But Joe Torre is not just one bum in hero's clothing (i.e. the pinstripes); he is the quintessential counterfeit of excellence, a figure who embodies the triumph of the ersatz that pervades every aspect of our culture. No organization in sport, nay in civilization generally, has manifested a committment to continuing greatness like the New York Yankees, a beacon to all, in every field of endeavor, that the best is always possible. How intolerable is it then that the Yankees should be managed by a mediocrity on stilts, a figure with a reputation for greatness without any of the attributes thereof. Beginning with Torre and ending with Torre, this blog will look to smash idols we create out of inadvertence, ignorance, and complacency.

Saturday, May 06, 2006

Chacon Wins, Chacon Wins

Apparently the audition is already over. Buster Olney reports that on the strength of tonight's performance, Torre will do Chacon the favor of keeping him as the no. 5 starter i in a rotation where he is easily the second best pitcher. Wrong Stuff will be exiled either to the bullpen, where perhaps he can audition for mop-up man with the dynamic duo of Sturtze and Proctor (now, that sounds like a law firm) or to another team. Presumably the Yankees would be eating all of the ridiculously high salary they pay this man. Signing Wright for big bucks, even after the shoulder showed up damaged, was quintessentially Cashman and evidence that he deserves a blog like this all his own.

In a prior exchange, I disputed the characterization of Jeter as a merely "average" shortstop, but I let the same description stand for Damon. Tonight's game showed why, even with his rag arm, he is above average in center. He really does go get the ball with the best of them and his defense unquestionably won the game. If say Bernie were in center, the Rangers would have had at least 3-4 more runs, and I confess to uncertainty as to whether my man Bubba would have gotten the first deep fly Damon ran down. Now if he could just cut the umbilicus with his Red Sox and start to actually play against them, we would be able to take full pleasure in his presence.

Hey Johnny, you're in New York now, where the people are on average superior in every way to those chowderheads from the whiteness capital of the East Coast. I know you basked in the worship they offered you, but you must remember what Hegel had to say about the praise and deference of your lessers: it ain't worth much.

These are after all the came clowns who were happy to see the greatest pitcher of his generation sent packing (until he came back to bite them in their ass as a Yankee) and just a couple of years ago could contemplate with equanimity the departure of probably the greatest non-juiced hitter of his generation. So let's not remember them as they never were--loyal, knowledgeable, large-minded--but as they remain to this day--hysterical, venal, and provincial.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

First time Hegel and Johnny Damon have shared a paragraph? I'm thinking yes.

12:34 AM  
Blogger joe valente said...

BGW-

Truly a nightmare scenario, but I don't see why the Yanks would dump Wright outright since they'd have to keep paying him. They might put him on wi=aivers, but I don't see anyone picking up his salary. If theey couldn't trade him and they had to eat the salary, I'd imagine they'd just option him to the Int. league.

On the other hand the Orioles might agree to give up some negligble non-prospect in a trade and pick up a negligible part of his salary, in which case all that you envisio9n could come true.

1:23 AM  

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