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.

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

ADDENDUM

It turns out this McGowan fellow's name is Dustin. Before last night he hadn't won a game since May 3 of last year. The reason he tamed the mighty Yankees: they were swinging at anything and he wisely threw a lot of balls on strike 2. So it would seem the main effect of the hour long meeting that Po-Joe held before the game was that the Yankee bats abandoned the only positive quality they had retained hitherto, their patience. Whatever Torre used to have as a motivator and a focuser, and it wasn't nothing, has left the building along with Abreu's heart, Giambi's eye, Damon' s legs, AROD's nerve and Cano's hustle.

posted by joe valente | 11:54 AM

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