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.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

PART OF PLAYING SMALL BALL

is what you do to avoid giving up runs. Secons and third, one out and Pedro Feliz, a decnt hitter at the plate. Following him is the substitute catcher, hitting 167 and then the pitcher. Anyone who knows anything about the game, knows you walk Feliz, play for the double play and if yuou get a strike out, or a opo up you face the pitcher. the Yankees, managed by someone who has forgotten anything he once knew. pitch to Feliz and give up a free run on a sac fly. Posada ain't playing, neither is Abreu, neither is Damon, and Jeter is hurting. One run could easily be a killer.

posted by joe valente | 3:43 PM

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