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.

Friday, April 27, 2007

SAME OLD,

same old.

At the end of last series the Sox were up to their old tricks in a different language, with Dice-K plunking both Jeter and AROD, the two mainstays of the Yankees' lineup. And what is the Yankees response to be one wonders. Well to judge from the comments of Jorge, it's more of Mama Joe's milquetoast from last year. To whit: "we don't have to hit anybody to send a message." Here's a message for you Jorge, yes you fucking do. This has been going on since the days of Punk Pedro, and whatever message you think you've been sending it hasn't been getting through. You not only have to hit somebody, but given the incorrigible nature of the BoSox beanball machine, you have to make it clear that you are willing to end someone's season and even their career to protect your teammates. And not just anyone, but someone with a season and a career worth saving, i. e. Ramirez, Drew or Ortiz. You Jorge are the common link among all those pitchers who have resolutely refused to stand up for their teammates since the admirably vengeful and unstable Rocket Roger left town. It is up to you to put a stop to Mama Joe's mannerly nonsense. As this blog has noted before, Joda doesn't want to struggle for victory or allow his players to do so, believing that it is somehow beneath their dignity. Well boys, you're in last place in a division that includes the most futile franchise in baseball history; you've been swept three series in a row; you just don't have any dignity left to lose. You are fast becoming a laughing stock, not least among the Boston pitchers who drill you at will. Have Andy begin this series with a high cut fastball that bears down on the face of a bailing Manny Ramirez. That will "get your message across" and what's more it will bring a warning from the umpires that will prevent the Red Sox from throwing at your lineup for the remainder of the game. Then on Saturday do it again. Then on Sunday, do it again. Make it clear that in your house, you get first crack at their baseball futures and you're going to take it every time. By now you should have learned what the Red Sox have known for a long time: there are no Marquis of Queensbury rules in a knife fight.

When Varitek sucker punched AROD ion 2004, it was the Yankees job to make sure he met with a season ending fate in the subsequent game. The failure to do so has haunted this team since. At this point in time, Jorge, when you're not really competitive anyway, you can at least create the optimum conditions for whenever it is you become so again. And the first of those conditions is, never be more encumbered by the injunction to show "class" than your rivals are.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

An interesting sidenote is that Posada and RJ seemed to finally click last year when RJ threw at one of the Indians after the Indians pitcher had hit Posada. Posada clearly appreciated it.

The pitching matchups are much better this weekend. Let's hope for a rapid turnaround.

-Michael

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