We Tight Ya’ll. Real Tight!

I have been planning this post for a couple of weeks now. It was supposed to be titled “RIP NY Yankees 2021”. This was first after they lost seven games in a row including two against the lowly effn Orioles. And the sweep at the hands of ascending powerhouse Toronto hurt real bad. But after their recent three game win streak, I refrained. Then came yet another blown save, this time at the hands of the effn Orioles again. Is it me or does it seem that half of the freaking victories the Orioles have this season are at the hands of the Yankees? Anyway, I was about to yet again deliver my mortis declarationem, then last night happened. A laugher! In favor of the Yankees no less. Hmmmm. Maybe some life still breathes within? Fact is the Yankees end the season with three triple game sets agains the Sux, Jays and Rays. Obviously they will have to play MUCH MUCH better during that stretch if they are to avoid being the odd team out for the two wild card spots. What worries me is the rise of the Jays and potential MVP Vlad the Impaler. Plus, we all know how the Sux just love theatrics, come from behind wins, playing the underdog, surprise attacks. They live for his crap. Then we have the Yankees and their sad sad bullpen. No lead is safe. Especially against the late heroics loving Sux. I’m afraid to watch. “So don’t watch, you pessimistic Yankee fan poser” you say. I‘M AFRAID! ALL RIGHT?! YOU WANT TO HEAR ME SAY IT? You want to break me down? All right, I’m afraid. For the first time in my life, I’m afraid. Thanks Rocky for the perfect words. Except in my case, it’s not the first time in my life. It’s not even the first this season or even this week. If we had a bullpen, I’d feel better about their chances. I really would. After all, it’s the Yankees we are talking about. The history. Pride. Expectations. Nostalgia. It’s just the delivery I’m worried about. Aren’t you?