BLEEDING YANKEE BLUE GEAR & A TERRIFIC DASHERY SHOP!

Let’s get something straight right out of the gate—we’re not casuals, we’re not bandwagoners, and we’re definitely not here to sugarcoat anything. We are true Yankee fans. Established, September 2010.

And we have been making shirts for a while, and we make these designs because we love the New York Yankees. Not “kinda like them when they’re winning” love. Not “I own one hat” love. We’re talking full-blown, emotional-investment, yell-at-the-TV-like-it-owes-you-money love. So yeah—WE LOVE THE YANKEES.

But loving the Yankees in 2026 also comes with a side effect: chronic frustration with Aaron Boone, Brian Cashman, and the front office brain trust that’s currently treating a historic franchise like a group project nobody wants to do. Watching them run things sometimes feels like watching someone try to fix a Ferrari with duct tape and vibes.

And yet… Bleeding Yankee Blue is still here. Because that’s what real fans do. We stick with the players, we ride every high, suffer every low, and convince ourselves this is the game they turn it around (it usually isn’t—but hope is a powerful, irrational thing).

That passion is exactly why Bleeding Yankee Blue puts real thought into its gear. This isn’t generic merch you grab in a panic before first pitch. It’s a curated lineup of Yankees-themed apparel—tees, hoodies, tanks and accessories—available through Dashery, built for people who actually get it.

The designs? Not boring. Not safe. Definitely not something your uncle picked up at a gas station on the Jersey Turnpike. We’re talking a mix of vintage throwbacks, bold graphics, and creative concepts that actually feel alive. Classics sit alongside abstract takes and retro styles that look like they’ve got stories to tell.

And the references go deep. Obscure player tributes, forgotten seasons, and inside jokes only real Yankees fans would appreciate. A Dale Berra shoutout? Of course. A Captain #2 tank throwback? Absolutely—because that's how we roll.

Then there are the themed collections: nods to the Negro Leagues, Highlanders-era history, and even some well-earned satire—like the “Manfred Special,” because if Rob Manfred is going to mess with the game, we might as well get a t-shirt out of it.

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YANKEES SWEPT BY THE RAYS & IT'S BOONE'S FAULT AGAIN

Anyone with an actual brain—and more importantly, anyone who understands the feel of a baseball game—could see this coming from a mile away. This Yankees start? Not surprising. Not shocking. Not even mildly confusing. It’s the same movie we watched in 2025, just with a slightly less shiny bullpen and a bench.

Sure, the Yanks came out hot. Great. Hang the banner. But some of us live in reality, not in whatever motivational poster clubhouse speeches are printed on. Because here’s the truth nobody wanted to say out loud except us here at Bleeding Yankee Blue: the moment Aaron Boone has to actually manage—not just smile and nod while things are going well—the whole thing starts to wobble. Are you reading this Jon Vankin from Newsweek? I would love for you to pick-up my story this week... because I've been preaching pure gospel about how bad Boone is and how it was going to go exactly how it has for the Yankees and this horrific manager. 

By the way, this is not a hot take. That’s a pattern when it comes to Boone sucking.

Any manager can look competent when the lineup is raking and the pitching is cruising. That’s not managing—that’s coasting. The real job starts when things go sideways. That’s when you need instinct, guts, and the ability to read the moment. And that’s exactly where Boone falls apart. Every. Single. Time.

Today was the latest masterclass in what not to do.

Down 5–4. Game on the line. Avoid the sweep against the Rays. Season momentum hanging by a thread. And who does Boone roll with? Ryan McMahon—while Paul Goldschmidt, a legitimate bat, sits there as the last option on the bench. First pitch to McMahon? Groundout. Game over. Rays crowd laughs. Boone's decision indefensible.

And no, this isn’t a one-off. This is Boone’s greatest hits album at this point.

April 5: high-leverage moment, Boone hands the keys to JC Escarra. Three pitches later—strikeout. Rally DOA.

April 8: Ryan McMahon, hitting a cool .077, keeps getting run like he’s being honored for lifetime service. Boone’s explanation? McMahon “had been on base four times in the previous three games.” That’s not analysis—that’s a cry for help.

April 10: Randal Grichuk gets the nod against a righty while Trent Grisham, a lefty, collects dust on the bench. Four pitches later—strikeout. Predictable doesn’t even begin to cover it.

And then today—back to McMahon again. Against a pitcher who eats hitters like him alive. Meanwhile, Goldschmidt watches. Again.

These aren’t tough managerial calls. That’s the scary part. These are the easy ones. The obvious ones. And Boone still manages to get them wrong. Because Boone doesn’t manage to win—he manages to avoid hurting feelings. He doesn’t feel the game, he tiptoes around it. And baseball punishes that kind of hesitation every time.

At some point, you have to stop calling it a slump or bad luck. This is who he is. A manager who cannot make the hard decisions, and honestly, sometimes can’t even make the easy ones. And this is exactly why this team isn’t going anywhere meaningful.

You think this holds up in October? In a short series where every move is magnified? We’ve already seen that movie too. 2 horrible moments come to mind.

2024 World Series Game 1—Boone trots out Nestor Cortes, fresh off an injury and over a month without pitching, to face the top of the Dodgers lineup. Predictably, it blows up immediately.

2025 Wild Card Game—he pulls Max Fried after 6.1 shutout innings on just 102 pitches. The bullpen comes in, gives up a backbreaking homer, and the game flips. Season altered because of one unnecessary decision.

And yet, here we are. Same mistakes. Same patterns. Same excuses. Same stupid manager.  Fans chanting “Fire Boone” aren’t overreacting—we’re exhausted. This isn’t impatience. It’s recognition.

Brian Cashman keeps building flawed rosters, Aaron Boone keeps mismanaging the pieces he does have, and Hal Steinbrenner keeps watching it all unfold like it’s acceptable.

It’s not.

This franchise used to demand excellence. Now it tolerates mediocrity dressed up as “process.”

And that’s the most disappointing part of all—because the problem isn’t just Boone anymore. It’s the fact that the people above him keep letting this happen.

Horrible sweep. Embarrassing.

AT LEAST JOSE CABALLERO IS TRYING TO WIN!

The Yankees are basically leaving José Caballero out there to fend for himself because they can't wait for Volpe to fix everything—but to Jose's credit, he and Max Fried showed up ready to scrap like it actually mattered yesterday. They were fighting for a win! Fried gave them eight strong innings, three runs, six punchouts—an outing you’d gladly take against a legit Rays squad. Problem is, he was pitching with minimal backup.

Yeah, Austin Wells went yard, but let’s not throw a parade for a solo shot that barely moved the needle. The real backbone of this game was Caballero, who decided to ignore his .116 average like it was a bad Yelp review. Down late, he came through with three RBIs, including that clutch double down the left field line after a circus sequence that started with a high chopper turning into chaos. That’s situational hitting—remember that?

And just for good measure, Caballero doubled down (literally) in the 10th with another two-out RBI. That’s not luck—that’s timing finally syncing up. It’s April. Weird things happen. Cold bats wake up, hot takes cool down. A week ago, this team was 7-1 and fans were getting fitted for October suits. Now at 8-6, suddenly it’s existential dread. Baseball, man.

But let’s talk about the real headache: the bullpen folding late and, of course, Aaron Boone doing his usual lineup loyalty act. Running Ryan McMahon out there again like he’s due by divine intervention. Boone’s defense? It’s early, McMahon is “getting on base,” having “quality at-bats.” Translation: we’re grading on a curve and hoping no one notices the zeroes stacking up.

Let’s call it what it is—Boone manages like he’s afraid of hurting feelings instead of losing games. He’s rooting for a redemption arc instead of managing a roster. This isn’t a support group, it’s a baseball team. “Working through it” doesn’t mean much when you’re penciling in automatic outs. Those add up. Scoreboard proves it.

And here’s the bigger issue: this isn’t just a Boone problem—it’s a roster problem. They ran it back from 2025 like that team accomplished something. Spoiler: it didn’t. Same flaws, same blind spots, same results looming.

This isn’t a contender—it’s a rerun whether you want to believe it or not. And not even a good one. Yankee fans deserve better than paying premium prices to watch déjà vu in pinstripes. Save your money when they get back home.

#FireCashman #FireBoone

DESPERATE YANKEES TRY TO REV UP THE VOLPE HYPE MACHINE

And no one's buying it.

Anthony Volpe is still “rehabbing” that shoulder injury—and yes, the quotation marks feel earned at this point. Supposedly, his season debut isn’t far off. And right on cue, here come the New York Yankees, revving up the hype machine like they’re about to unveil the next franchise cornerstone instead of a kid they seem determined to force-feed to a fan base that’s already checked out.

Let’s call it what it looks like: a rush job. Again. This isn’t development—it’s damage control. The Yankees don’t just want Volpe to succeed; they are desperate... they NEED him to succeed, because admitting they might’ve misread the situation? That’s not in the organizational playbook. So instead, they’re trying to sell permanence. “Forever shortstop.” Franchise face. Meanwhile, jerseys hang untouched at Dick's Sporting Goods like last season’s clearance rack. Fans aren’t buying—literally or figuratively.

Now, has José Caballero been lighting up the stat sheet? Not even close. A .135 average, one RBI—it’s not pretty. But five stolen bases, elite defense, and actual competence in the field? That matters. More importantly, it’s April. He’s not the reason this team is stumbling out of the gate.

We all know what is. A manager who treats in-game decisions like a guessing game. A bullpen that somehow got worse despite having an entire offseason to fix it. A lineup that looks like it was copy-pasted from last year’s disappointments. This isn’t a juggernaut—it’s just the Yankees in name only, lacking identity and, more glaringly, leadership at the top.

But don’t worry—Volpe’s return is supposed to fix everything, right? That’s the sales pitch. The savior is coming. Marketing will make sure you hear it loud enough to believe it.

Except… no.

According to Erik Boland: “The plan with Anthony Volpe as of now, which is always subject to change, is for him to start a rehab assignment Tuesday with Double-A Somerset.” Translation: the clock is already ticking, and you can practically see them fast-forwarding through the rehab process regardless of results.

Meanwhile, Caballero—who hasn’t been great but hasn’t hurt you either—is clearly just keeping the seat warm. Here’s the reality they don’t want to admit: Caballero gives you a higher defensive floor right now. Better stability. Better instincts. Smarter base running. He’s flashy, he’s functional—and for a team that claims it wants to win, that should matter more than upside fantasies.

Because that’s what the Volpe argument is built on at this point: hope. 

Hope that he suddenly figures it out. Hope that potential magically turns into production overnight. That’s not a strategy—that’s wishful thinking dressed up as player development.

Hey Yankees! Sometimes, you just got it wrong. It happens. The problem is refusing to adjust when it’s staring you in the face. Fans don’t want jerseys collecting dust—they want wins. And right now, this team has a better shot at that without forcing Volpe into a role he hasn’t earned.

So, what’s the rush?

Let Volpe stay down. Let him actually develop. August? Fine. September? Even better. But right now? There’s no logical argument for handing him the job and hoping for a miracle.

Stay the course. Keep Caballero in and stop trying to sell something nobody’s buying.

BAD BOONE DECISIONS CONTINUE TO LOSE GAMES FOR THE YANKEES

Friday night’s 5–3 loss to the Rays wasn’t just another notch in a three-game skid—it was another reminder that the biggest problem in the Bronx isn’t always on the field.

Yes, Luis Gil had a rocky debut. Fine. That happens. But the defining moments of this game didn’t come from the mound—they came from the dugout, where Aaron Boone continues to manage like he’s guessing on a multiple-choice test and proudly circling “C” every time.

This is becoming a pattern, not a fluke.

April 5: high-leverage situation, Boone rolls with JC Escarra—three pitches later, strikeout, rally dead on arrival.

April 8: a .077-hitting Ryan McMahon keeps getting chances like he’s on a lifetime achievement tour. Boone’s justification was dumb. He actually said McMahon “had been on base four times in the previous three games.” That’s the bar now? Four times in three games? For a hitter batting .077?

And then Friday—somehow worse.

Down 5–3 in the ninth, the Yankees finally wake up. Giancarlo Stanton and Amed Rosario lead off with singles. Jazz Chisholm Jr. does his job, chaos ensues, runners move—suddenly, one swing ties the game.

This is where a real manager plays chess. But we don't have a real manager. We have Boone who plays rock-paper-scissors… blindfolded.

With a righty reliever on the mound, Boone sticks with Randal Grichuk while Trent Grisham—a lefty—sits on the bench watching the season pass him by. Predictably, Grichuk strikes out on four pitches.

And Boone’s explanation? Brace yourself:
“I like the righties against Baker. Had it been two outs, I might have gone Grisham.”

That’s not just a bad answer—it’s barely an answer. It’s the kind of logic that makes you wonder if lineup decisions are being made with a dartboard.

Then came the postgame philosophy lecture, where Boone said:

“Up until the last game of the homestand, we’ve been walking a ton, giving ourselves an opportunity, just got to get some guys clicking and obviously get that big hit... We’re not hitting a ton of longballs right now, but for the most part, approach-wise, I’ve been good…it’s going to happen sometimes from the offense. They’ll get it rolling and some people will pay the price.”

That all sounds nice—if you ignore reality.

Because here’s what Boone refuses to acknowledge: when you do get those opportunities, you can’t hand them to the worst possible matchup and hope for a miracle. Walks don’t win games by themselves. “Approach” doesn’t drive in runs. The right hitter in the right moment does.

Instead, Boone keeps rolling out scenarios where JC Escarra, Ryan McMahon, or a cold righty in a righty-righty matchup becomes the guy. Not because it’s smart—but because, apparently, it “feels” right.

That’s not strategy. That’s gambling. It's a guess. You need to give your team an opportunity. He's not.

Managing this team right now is like handing someone the keys to a Porsche and watching them say, “I like my chances,” right before driving it straight into a wall. And then afterward, they explain the crash by talking about how smoothly the steering wheel felt.

At some point, you stop calling it bad luck. You call it what it is: bad leadership.

The New York Yankees aren’t losing because they lack talent. They’re losing because, in the biggest moments, the decision-making collapses because of Aaron Boone. And until that changes, October isn’t the goal—it’s a fantasy. Mark my words, even if we make it to the playoffs, Boone doesn't have the brain capacity to guide us in a short series.  Trust me.

You cannot win a championship when your manager keeps explaining losses instead of preventing them. That's the bottom line.

WHY DID WE LET LUKE WEAVER WALK AGAIN?

The modern bullpen isn’t about labels anymore—it’s about leverage, flexibility, and giving your team multiple paths to win. That’s exactly why Luke Weaver has more real value than David Bednar right now, and it’s not even particularly close.

Bednar is supposed to be a hammer. One job, one inning, shut the door. That’s the deal. But here’s the problem: if you’re only bringing one thing to the table, you better be elite at it. Not good. Not “figuring it out.” Elite. And lately, Bednar hasn’t been different. A velocity drop, he’s been alittle shaky. 

Meanwhile, Weaver is the exact opposite kind of weapon. He doesn’t need perfection to be useful. He gives you options—and options win games over 162.

Weaver can give you two or three clean innings when your starter flames out early. He can patch together an emergency start without the entire bullpen catching fire behind him. He can stabilize extra innings, bridge the middle frames, or come in with traffic on the bases and actually put out the fire instead of pouring gasoline on it. Even when he’s not dominant, he’s contributing. That’s the key difference—his floor still helps you win.

And that’s where this becomes almost insulting from a roster-building standpoint.

Weaver fits the modern game perfectly. He’s the guy you deploy in the 5th, 6th, or 7th when the game is actually on the line—not just when the scoreboard tells you it’s time for a save opportunity. He stops rallies before they become losses. He keeps games from spiraling. He protects the rest of your staff by eating innings and preventing overuse. In a long season, that kind of pitcher doesn’t just help you win today—he keeps you from collapsing tomorrow.

Bednar? He’s locked into the 9th inning like it’s written in stone. No flexibility. No creativity. And if there’s no save situation, he’s basically a very expensive spectator. That’s a luxury you can afford when the guy is Mariano Rivera-level automatic. When he’s not? It’s a liability dressed up as a role.

And this is where the Yankees deserve every ounce of criticism coming their way.

Because when Bednar and Camilo Doval arrived, Brian Cashman puffed his chest out and essentially stamped it “mission accomplished.” Like the bullpen puzzle was solved. Like fans should just nod along and be grateful. How’s that looking now?

Messy. That’s how.

Bednar isn’t locking down good enough. The bullpen isn’t stabilized. And the one guy who actually gave you flexibility, length, and insurance across multiple scenarios—Luke Weaver—is gone.  

So, here’s the question that should be hanging over the Bronx like a storm cloud: why didn’t they prioritize keeping the guy who gives you more ways to win?

This isn’t complicated. It’s basic roster construction in 2026. Versatility matters. Durability matters. The ability to influence multiple parts of a game matters. Weaver checks all those boxes. Bednar checks one—and right now, he’s not even checking it well...again, shaky.

For a franchise that loves to talk about “championship standards,” the Yankees are making decisions that feel anything but. This isn’t some grand philosophical debate. It’s common sense.

And right now, common sense is nowhere to be found in that front office.

WELLS & MCMAHON ARE DRAGGING THIS YANKEE TEAM DOWN

And it's Boone's fault for putting them in the lineup day after day.

The New York Yankees front office has developed a bad habit: take a struggling player, slap a “he’ll figure it out” label on him, and shove him into the lineup like fans won’t notice. It’s not optimism—it’s denial dressed up as strategy. We are no longer a competitive, or a serious franchise.

And right on cue, Aaron Boone is the one delivering the sales pitch.

We’ve seen this movie before. Austin Wells and Ryan McMahon are just the latest examples of players being force-fed to the fanbase while producing absolutely nothing. Bleeding Yankee Blue has been waving the warning flag for months, but instead of adjustments, we get stubbornness and spin.

Let’s start with Wells. He came up with the promise of a bat-first catcher who needed polish behind the plate. What’s he become? A below-average defender… with a disappearing bat. That’s not a project—that’s a problem. When your back up catcher in Ben Rice is better than your actual catcher, we have a problem. Austin's plate discipline is eroding, the contact is weak, and the results are brutal. A World Baseball Classic homer for the Dominican Republic is not a résumé builder—it’s a footnote. Meanwhile, guys like Ben Rice are sitting there actually earning opportunities. Thank God his bats in the lineup. At some point, performance has to matter more than reputation. The Yankees don't get that.

Then there’s McMahon, who somehow looks even worse. A .069 average with a near 38% strikeout rate isn’t a slump—it’s a red flag waving in your face. The mechanics are a mess: all arms, no lower half, no balance, no confidence. He doesn’t look close. He looks lost. And when a hitter loses confidence, that’s not something you just “wait out”—that’s a spiral. Read THE CASE OF MCMAHON'S MISSING LOWER HALF for more.

Yet Boone stands there and tells everyone, “He’ll get it rolling.”

Based on what? Vibes?

Because right now, the bottom of this lineup isn’t just struggling—it’s automatic outs. And continuing to run these guys out there while better options sit (not many mind you) is not loyalty, it’s negligence. It’s a refusal to adjust. It’s managing scared.

If Boone really is the one writing out the lineup card every night, then Brian Cashman needs to pick up the phone and remind him what the fucking job is: win games. Not protect feelings. Not hand out extended tryouts in April like it’s spring training.

Yankees fans don’t want charity cases. They don’t care about clubhouse friendships or who “deserves” more time. They want accountability. They want results.

And right now? Wells and McMahon aren’t just underperforming—they’re actively hurting this team.

Enough with the gift-wrapping guys and telling us they are gifts. These guys aren’t good. And pretending otherwise isn’t fooling anyone.

AMED ROSARIO IS A GAME HERO & RYAN MCMAHON IS A ZERO!

It's early, so I'm not going to jump to conclusions yet but, THE CASE OF MCMAHON'S MISSING LOWER HALF is really concerning. It's enough that even clown Aaron Boone knew he had to make a change. Let's hope he continues to think smart and use a baseball brain.

Everything is off with Ryan McMahon right now so I am glad Baboonie used his brain for once and used Amed Rosario Tuesday against the A's. Rosario's role was planned as the bench infielder that would play more against left-handed pitching but when you aren't getting the job done like McMahon right now who is in a 2-for-23 slump, sometimes you gotta take a leap of faith.

And it paid off. It's hard for me to watch the Yankees struggle against teams like the A's but it happens. Sometimes your regulars just don't get the job done but one person can be the sparkplug that changes everything. That's exactly what Rosario was with his two homeruns. He could make it very easy for Baboonie to give Rosario more playing time against right handed pitchers if McMahon can't remember how to hit a ball again.

If McMahon was in the lineup Tuesday, we wouldn't have been able to watch that beautiful home run against Mark Leiter Jr. and bring that energy to the rest of his teammates. I can appreciate McMahon's glove, on paper it is "better" than Rosario's but it's not a detriment to this team to play Rosario instead. This isn't a Anthony Volpe concern who can't hit worth a lick and is a defensive liability.

I think Baboonie needs to look a little harder for more opportunities to play Rosario. It's obvious McMahon needs a cleansing of sorts to get his mojo back offensively. I don't care about righty-lefty scenarios right now. McMahon would struggle to hit an oversized beach ball at the plate and until he gets his shit together Baboonie needs to be willing to play Rosario against righties and look at matchups that may be good to get his bat into. All guys have those pitchers that they just see well. 

Right now it's not good to be a Ryan on this team. McMahon isn't getting the job done and let's face it Ryan Weathers also stinks to high heaven. Someone call Baboonie and tell him the Ryan's aren't getting the job done and to continue to make adjustments.

--Jeana Bellezza-Ochoa

BYB Senior Managing Editor

Twitter: @nyprincessj

MICHAEL KAY'S STILL FIGHTING TO STAY RELEVANT

Michael Kay used to be the comforting metronome of a Yankees broadcast: steady, familiar, the kind of voice that made a long inning feel like theater. Lately, though, he’s been doing something else with that microphone—lecturing us fans. That shift from play‑by‑play to public scold is jarring, and not just because it’s tone‑deaf; it’s because the man doing the scolding is paid by the very franchise whose customers he’s chastising.

Take this recent display everyone’s still talking about: a section of the Stadium broke into a profane chant aimed at Juan Soto, and Kay didn’t treat it as a moment to explain the emotion behind it—he called it “an awful look,” said it made Yankees fans look “small” and “jealous,” and warned that it handed rival fans ammunition. That wasn’t a throwaway line on a hot mic; it was a full‑throated rebuke on his show. But who actually looks small? Kay, stop holding the Yankees water. Do a different act... we all know you get paid by the Yankees. Knock it off.

Look, there’s nothing wrong with asking fans to be better. But context matters. The Yankees are a franchise built on entitlement and expectation; being loud, unreasonable, and occasionally irrational is part of the product. Fans boo, chant, and rage because they care and because they spend THOUSANDS of dollars in that building in the Bronx, but also because accountability is baked into fandom here. When the person with the megaphone is also on the payroll, those admonitions stop sounding like civic-minded commentary and start sounding like corporate damage control.

What makes Kay’s posture especially grating is the tone: moralizing rather than explaining. A broadcaster can add value by translating front‑office logic—why a contract was structured a certain way, why a manager made a lineup choice—without telling ticket‑holders how to feel. Kay’s “shame on you” routine flattens nuance into sermonizing, and in a town that prizes bluntness, that’s a fast way to lose credibility. That's how I feel at least.

There’s also an optics problem that isn’t theoretical. When a paid voice repeatedly defends the franchise and publicly scolds the paying public, listeners are entitled to ask whether they’re hearing independent analysis or a PR echo. I feel like it's PR quite frankly. Fans don’t need a babysitter, Michael, they need someone who will call out the good, the bad, and the ugly—regardless of who signs the checks.

If Kay wants to keep the goodwill he earned as a broadcaster, the fix is simple: call the game, explain the decisions, and stop policing the crowd on your ESPN radio show. It doesn't mask the fact that you are still getting paid by the Yankees. New Yorkers will forgive blunt criticism of the team; they won’t forgive being told how to be fans by someone who’s effectively on the franchise payroll.

Kay can still be the voice we tune in for, but he's losing his footing, no doubt about it.

THE CASE OF MCMAHON'S MISSING LOWER HALF

Watch one Ryan McMahon at-bat—really watch it—and you’ll see something that would make any Little League coach start pacing like a nervous dad behind the backstop:

His lower half clocks in late. His upper half clocks in early. And the bat? Oh, the bat just sort of waves through the zone like it’s trying to hail a cab in midtown. It’s not synced. It’s not connected. It’s not… good.

This is what people mean when they talk about the “kinetic chain.” In a proper swing, energy starts in the ground, moves through the legs, rotates through the hips, and finally explodes through the hands and barrel. It’s a whip.

What McMahon is doing right now is less “whip” and more “wet noodle.” All arms. No engine. Right now, McMahon is hitting like a guy trying to win a bar bet with his upper body.

His legs? Optional.
His hips? On vacation.
His hands? Working overtime like they’re getting paid by the swing. And when that happens, the results are exactly what you’d expect:

• Late on velocity
• Out in front of off-speed
• A whole lot of empty swings

That 35.2% whiff rate from 2025 didn’t just fall out of the sky—it packed a suitcase and followed him into 2026. We have been seeing it for months.  Yes, he singled in his first at-bat of the season. Baseball loves a good prank. Then came the 0-for-22 stretch, which felt less like a slump and more like a public service announcement.

Meanwhile, in the Yankees Dugout…over on the bench sit James Rowson, Casey Dykes and Jake Hirst. Three hitting coaches. Three. At this point, you half expect one of them to at least accidentally fix something on McMahon's swing.

Now, to be fair—because fairness matters even when we’re annoyed—these guys aren’t clueless. This is the New York Yankees. They have more data than NASA... just ask Boone, he uses it more than he actually manages. But it's true, the Yankees coaches can tell you the exact millisecond McMahon’s swing goes off the rails. But if they know, they aren't fixing it.  Why are they missing the problem? From the outside looking in it sure feels like they’re doing nothing.

Now, here’s where it gets interesting. What looks like a mechanical disaster might actually be a timing issue wearing a bad disguise. If McMahon is:

• Starting late
• Rushing to catch up
• Guessing instead of reacting

Then suddenly the lower half doesn’t just “disappear”—it never gets a chance to show up. And once that happens, the upper body panics. The swing speeds up. The hands take over. And boom—you’ve got a guy who looks completely disconnected. So, is it mechanics? Timing? Both? Right now, it’s playing like a greatest hits album of everything you don’t want.

And so, for me, here's the Fix. Widen the base. Sit into the legs. Let the lower half actually do its job. It’s Hitting 101… which is exactly why it’s so maddening. Basics matter, especially for McMahon right now.  Because here’s the catch: fixing that isn’t a quick tweak. It’s a commitment. And midseason? That will be like deciding to rebuild your house because a window won’t close properly. It can get worse before it gets better. A lot worse. Do the tweaks in April!

Now look, I never wanted McMahon. Not a big fan of the guy.   And if this is who McMahon is right now—if this disconnected, all-arms swing is the plan—then the Yankees have a bigger issue than a McMahon bat cold streak. They have a lineup spot that opposing pitchers are going to circle in red ink. Fastballs up. Spin away. Repeat until further notice.

And unless that lower half starts showing signs of life, the results aren’t going to magically change because the calendar flips to May. Dude's gotta work to fix it.

Look, this isn’t panic… yet, but it’s not nothing either. You don’t run a 35% whiff rate, follow it up with at-bats that look like a mechanical guessing game, and just assume it’ll all sort itself out.

At some point, either:

• The swing gets reconnected
• The timing gets fixed
• Or the results keep telling the truth

And the truth, right now, isn’t subtle. For a team like the Yankees—with all their resources, all their expectations, and yes, all their money—this is the kind of problem that shouldn’t linger.

Because if it does? Then Ryan McMahon won’t just be struggling. He’ll be exactly what frustrated fans are already starting to fear. A guy with all the tools… swinging like he forgot where he left them.

Yikes.

SAME YANKEES, SAME PATTERN

It’s April. 

The New York Yankees are in first place—congratulations, you’ve achieved the absolute baseline expectation of being the Yankees. Hang the banner.

And somehow, nine games in, the noise is already unbearable. Not concern—panic. Not analysis—idiocy. Fans are foaming at the mouth over José Caballero like he personally tanked the season. The guy has played NINE GAMES. Nine. Not 90. Not half a season. Nine games, and people are ready to ship him to the moon because he’s hitting .129.

Meanwhile, Anthony Volpe hit .212 over a full 153-game season, and somehow that got a pass wrapped in excuses and blind optimism. That’s not loyalty—that’s delusion. The Yankee front office is full of that. Meanwhile Caballero already has 3 stolen bases. Volpe had 18 all last year. But yeah, tell me more about how Caballero “can’t play.”

You don’t sound smart—you sound clueless.

If you’re going to be mad, at least have the backbone to be consistent. The supposed cornerstone, Aaron Judge, is hitting .185. Where’s the outrage there? Or does criticism only apply to the new guy because it’s easier? Judge will be fine. Caballero will be fine.

You know who's not fine? The real problem: Aaron Boone. This guy is a walking, talking example of how to overthink yourself into failure. Nine games in, and he’s already making decisions that would get a Little League coach side-eyed.

You have Paul Goldschmidt—a legitimate, proven hitter—sitting on the bench in a moment where you need a clutch at-bat. And Boone decides, “Nah, I’m good,” and sends up JC Escarra to strike out and end the game. That’s not strategy. That’s incompetence.

At some point, it stops being “just April” and starts being a pattern of stupidity.

And the quotes? My God. Boone calling Volpe “F’in elite” last year was an embarrassment. This year, saying Escarra would be top 10–15 in the league if he played regularly? That’s not even spin—that’s straight-up fantasy. You can practically hear Brian Cashman whispering in his ear while he parrots nonsense to the media.

Boone isn’t managing a baseball team—he’s reading from a script written by a front office that clearly thinks fans are stupid. He is a puppet, there is NO QUESTION.

But here’s the truth: it’s April. This is when teams figure things out, patch holes, and grind out wins however they can. The Yankees didn’t properly fix their roster in the offseason, so yeah, things look messy. Fine. That part is reality.

What’s not reality is trashing a player after nine games while pretending the rest of the roster is above criticism. Going after Caballero right now isn’t just premature—it’s brain-dead. 

If you want to be angry, aim it where it belongs: at the decision-making, at the leadership, at the people who should know better and clearly don’t. I said it before, boycott, but you won't.

Otherwise, spare everyone the outrage. You’re not exposing problems—you’re exposing yourself for being idiots.

TREVOR BAUER IS FIGHTING HIS WAY BACK!

Trevor Bauer is officially back on a U.S. mound—just not the one most people expected. He’s signed with the Long Island Ducks of the Atlantic League, marking his first stateside return to pro baseball since 2021. He’s slated to take the ball on Opening Night, April 21, and honestly, that’s a storyline worth watching.

Now, Bauer has never exactly been “quietly existing” as a public figure—he’s outspoken, polarizing, and often a lightning rod. But his situation has always felt more complicated than Manfred and MLB’s initial reaction suggested. In an era where accusations can move faster than facts, MLB seemed to sprint before the starting gun even went off.  Shame on the MLB.

To recap: in 2021, Lindsay Hill accused Bauer of sexual assault, making serious claims about their encounters. Fast forward to June 2025, and a Los Angeles judge ordered Hill to pay Bauer over $309,000 for repeatedly violating their settlement agreement—mostly through social media claims about receiving money. Then there was a separate civil suit filed in 2023 by another woman, which Bauer said was an attempted $3.6 million shakedown. By April 2024, that accuser had been indicted on fraud-related charges tied to those allegations.

So, what does that all mean? At the very least, it suggests the story wasn’t nearly as one-sided as it was initially portrayed. Whether Bauer has terrible judgment in his personal life or was unfairly cast as baseball’s villain, the full picture is far messier than the league’s early response implied.

Which brings us back to the present: Bauer in a Ducks uniform, trying to pitch his way back into MLB relevance. And in classic Bauer fashion, this won’t be a quiet comeback—he’ll be mic’d up for games and practices all season, turning his return into part baseball, part reality show.

The goal is obvious: prove he still has the stuff and force MLB teams to at least consider giving him another shot.

As for Commissioner Rob Manfred? If Bauer performs and the legal dust has truly settled, the league may eventually have to reckon with how it handled the situation. At minimum, it raises a fair question: did MLB act too quickly, and if so, what does accountability look like on that side of the equation?

Either way, Bauer’s back on the mound in the US—and whether you’re rooting for him or rolling your eyes, you’ll probably be watching.

#FreeTrevor