HEY HAL STEINBRENNER, WE HATE THIS TEAM RIGHT NOW!

The job of the trade deadline? Simple: upgrade the New York Yankees. And we needed starting pitching. So yeah—make the team better, fix glaring holes, stop the bleeding, do the thing where you act like a team that actually wants to win. But instead, what did Brian Cashman do? He showed up to the deadline with a pack of duct tape and a bottle of NyQuil. Relief pitchers. That’s what he brought. More middle relief, because apparently the Yankees are planning to bullpen their way to October golf.

And right on cue, Aaron Boone shuffled out with his usual glassy-eyed optimism and dropped this gem: “Devin Williams is still the closer.” Oh, great. Boone's the dumbest guy in the room every single time. That’s like saying the Titanic is still unsinkable after it’s hit the iceberg. Everyone watching this team knew exactly what Boone was feeding us—pure, uncut, grade-A B.S.

Let’s get real here: David Bednar is a legit closer. A weapon. A guy with ice in his veins and a fastball that makes grown men cry. He's born for the role and we all know this... and if you're going to trade him for that, use him for that! Then we have Luke Weaver. Despite the chaos in his resume, he's miles better than Devin “Changeup Over the Plate” Williams. So, when Boone said they’d “mix and match,” Yankee fans everywhere rolled their eyes.

And then came Monday night. Of course it went down the way it did. The Yankees blew the game, an 8-5 game Rangers win in extras. Shocker—Boone once again mismanaged the bullpen like he was drawing names out of a hat during a rain delay.

JOC IN A PINCH TIES IT! #AllForTX pic.twitter.com/s3cDe9RHJ0

— Texas Rangers (@Rangers) August 5, 2025

Here’s what happened: Devin Williams took the mound in the ninth, trying to “lock it down.” Instead, he served up a batting practice changeup to Joc Pederson, who launched it 408 feet into the Arlington night. Tie game. Here we go. In the 10th, trade-deadline acquisition Jake Bird—who’s about as trustworthy as a broken umbrella—gave up a three-run nuke to Josh Jung. Ballgame. Loss number whatever. And it’s all avoidable if anyone in this dugout had a clue.

Aaron Boone is not a manager. He’s a vibes curator. He claps, he spits seeds, he looks surprised a lot. But managing? Not his thing. He’s a failed manager. Put it in context: Yankee fans don’t want wild cards, we want Division wins and a World Series Championship. We want parades. Aaron Boone has delivered none of that. Zero rings. Zero accountability. But you know who did win a title? Dave Martinez with the Nationals. And you know what happened when his team stunk this year? He got fired. Actions. Consequences. Novel concept.

But Boone? Still here. Still making the same bullpen mistakes he made in 2019. Yankee fans are stuck watching this horror movie on loop and nobody’s coming to change the channel.

This team is unwatchable. Directionless. There’s no urgency, no identity, no heart. If you’re a Yankee fan watching this right now, you’ve probably asked yourself the same question we all have: What is the damn point?

And here’s the kicker—Anthony Volpe is probably the happiest guy in the room right now. Why? Because nobody’s talking about the fact that he still doesn’t belong at shortstop. But don’t worry. Bleeding Yankee Blue didn’t forget. Volpe’s got hustle, sure, but a .218 average and punchless at-bats aren’t going to cut it in the Bronx. Not now. Not ever. I am watching.

Fans are begging for a shake-up. Somebody do something. This is the New York Yankees, not some sorry AL Central team just happy to be here. When the front office checks out and the manager becomes a walking motivational poster, what’s left?

And where the hell is Hal Steinbrenner?

He needs to speak. He needs to act. He needs to care. Because right now, Yankee fans are losing their minds watching the franchise they love sink into a pit of mediocrity while Cashman counts his job security and Boone draws smiley faces on the lineup card.

We’re furious. We’re exhausted. We HATE THIS TEAM. Not because we’re not fans—because we are. Because we know what this team should be. And this? This ain’t it. Fix it. Fire someone. Light a fire. Because if nothing changes… then what the hell are we even doing?

We are the Yankees. Start acting like it.