Not Good, Fellas

The 2021 Yankees: I'm done with these bums. 

Just 48 hours after scoring a nice batch of runs, they followed up with 2 reverses, terrible losses against the same Cleveland Indians, at home.

Well, look at the bright side: At least they will never, ever lose to the Cleveland Indians again. But that's because they're changing their name to the Cleveland Guardians, effective next season. 

Even Gerrit Cole couldn't stop the decline. He had nothing yesterday. Someone called up stats that showed that it's not that sticky stuff that he may have been using, it's the difference in time of day. He's a lot more effective at night than he is in day games. 

But that shouldn't even be the issue. The yankees simply don't hit enough. 

There's only a few games left in the regular season. They've blown their shot at the American League Eastern Division title. Right now, it's 50-50 whether they're even going to get one of the 2 AL Wild Card card slots. And even if they do, they'll probably lose that game. And even if they win that, I have no confidence that they can win 3 out of 5 games in the AL Division Series.

And if it ends up being the Red Sox they play in that series, or in the wild card game, And it's still could be, that'll make it even worse. 

So I'm not even going to chart the games anymore. List the runs, the home runs, the winning and losing pitchers. Let somebody else do that in their own blog. 

As they say in English soccer, I can't be arsed. I'm done with these bums. Or, as they would say in England, these useless bastards. 

And the worst part about it is, nothing will change. Brian Cashman will still be the general manager going into the offseason, and going into the next season. And the manager will still be Aaron Boone, or some other yes-man who won't say, "To hell with what Cashman wants, I want to win this game, so I'm going to use my own mind."

The Yankees are doomed to a 12th straight year of failure. We are being buried beneath the avalanche of Cashman's inadequacies.

To paraphrase Henry Hill in Goodfellas, and there's nothing we can do about it. Cashman is a made man, and we're not. And we have to sit still and take it.

Maybe. But I don't have to blog about it. Let somebody else chart the rest of this season like a schnook.

The 2021 Yankees: Not good, fellas.