Wednesday, September 30, 2015
RAINY FINAL DAYS, THE YANKEES & THE BLAHS
It's the last week of the regular season and all I have to say is "Blah." I'm not excited, I'm not annoyed, I'm Blah. 10,000 franchise wins, Yogi died, Wild Card eminent, World Series... Blah. I wish I could say I was feeling it, but I'm not.
According to the Urban Dictionary, Blah is a word "commonly used to describe an emotional state in which the person feels a sense of having no hope; usually during a deep depression." I wouldn't say I am in a deep depression, but when I think of the Yankee season, I am definitely not excited. Other words that describe how I am feeling about the Yankees in 2015 include, humdrum, yawn producing, bland and dreary. The weather we are having in the Northeast certainly isn't helping. The sunshine left with Pope Francis and we are left with Blah.
The antithesis of Blah then would be first place, division champs, stellar starting pitching and World Series. The magic formula for these seems to have been left in the off season, when we didn't capitalize on the opportunities to go from good to great. James C. Collins, author of Good to Great, states in his book, “Greatness is not a function of circumstance. Greatness, it turns out, is largely a matter of conscious choice, and discipline.” He also states, “Bad decisions made with good intentions, are still bad decisions.”
The Yankees tried to save payroll and they did but this is where we are because of this decision to be frugal with our acquisitions. We are on the outskirts of Toronto, in this abyss called Wild Card haven instead of on the other side, where the grass is clearly greener, with infields and outfields filled with hitting and pitching hovering at an average of 3.77 ERA overall. This is not where the Boss wants us to be. This would have never happened if George Steinbrenner was here to steer the ship. He would have never let David Price or Troy Tulowitzki go to a division rival. He would not have pulled the purse strings so tight that we had no air to breathe when injuries came or veterans retired.
We are here in this Blah, this abyss, because of our general management. It's another season where we are left to watch other teams make the plays like we used to make and beat up on teams that we used to beat up, namely the Mets, the Jays, the Rangers and the Royals. When does it become our turn again? 2009 is so distant, so far away. And this Blah feeling is interfering with its happy memory.
--Suzie Pinstripe, BYB Senior Staff Writer
BYB Hot Stove Columnist