It Has to Be Kismet
To paraphrase my wife on Passover--
NEXT YEAR IN THE PROMISED LAND
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.
4 Comments:
Sweet Lou is exactly what this team needs, the kind of hard-nosed, no-bullshit guy who will simply sit players who aren't producing. Lou always came through in the clutch--as Joe V. says, his Differential was quite high--and he can bring that attitude back to the Bronx, where (except for Jeter) it was nowhere in evidence this postseason.
I'd love it if this is indeed true.
I'd love it if this is indeed true.
In case the subtext of this remark wasn't clear, I fear that Torre will again wriggle out of trouble, as all the pundits come to his defense and George is convinced by Cashman et al that to fire him would be to return to the "bad old days" of George the Terrible.
Aarrgh! Say it ain't so, George.
Well, at least this blog won't have to change its name.
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