YANKEES PLAY LIKE GARBAGE WHILE BOONE CLINGS TO "BELIEVE & HOPE" FOR VOLPE

Before we get into this shit show, let me state for the record that the Yankees let Gleyber Torres walk and he's had quite a production season for the Tigers. It's refreshing. He bet on himself, took the one year deal with Detroit and he will have a wonderful offseason because he proved to Major League baseball that he can still play. Meanwhile the geeks in the Yankees "analytics" back room wanted him off the Yankee roster last year because they saw no future in Torres projections.  

But what those numbers do not tell you is that heart and guts play a major role in a major league player.  And they picked wrong.

Meanwhile, Anthony Volpe is at this point the worst shortstop in the league, due to errors... do to him just sucking the life out of the Yankees lineup with zeroes on the board every night.  Last night was another example. And if you look at say, the comparison of hitting between Torres and Volpe, Torres was quite productive.  Volpe? I mean, my mom might have done a better job... at least worked a walk. 

What are we doing here Aaron Boone? Why are you obsessed with this kid? Does he remind you of him? Is Michael Volpe you golfing buddy? Are you in love with him? Serious questions here, because I have to tell you, when you are playing for a playoff spot, you put the best guys on the field. You're not and rolling out Austin Wells and Anthony Volpe night after night is just Loserville.

Boone says the Yankees “believe and hope” Anthony Volpe’s best days are ahead — preferably now, as the team claws for October baseball. Cute. The problem? We’ve been “believing and hoping” since April. It hasn’t worked. At all.

This isn’t about injuries or bad luck. This is about Boone. He picks wrong. Constantly. He manages like a guy rolling dice in a dark room, then spends half his energy arguing balls and strikes he knows won’t get overturned. It’s leadership theater — and the Yankees are paying for front-row seats.

And now, on September 10th, the grand strategy is to… keep “believing and hoping” Volpe figures it out? That’s not a plan; that’s wishful thinking disguised as management. Bench him. Yesterday. This is a great tweet by the way. Those numbers? Those are numbers of a high schooler playing in the major leagues, folks. The kid sucks. 

Give Jose Caballero the keys to shortstop and walk away slowly. The guy’s got a ton of innings already at short, owns four defensive runs saved, nine outs above average, and, newsflash, he actually knows what to do with a baseball when it comes his way. Even on an off night at the plate, Caballero can still get on base, create chaos, and score runs. That’s called production.

Volpe? He gives away outs like Halloween candy. It’s painful. It’s predictable. And it’s killing this team. Boone’s refusal to make the obvious move isn’t just frustrating — it’s flat-out embarrassing.

Bleeding Yankee Blue has been yelling about this for six weeks. It’s obvious. Caballero should be the everyday shortstop. Everything else is Boone’s ego talking, and right now, the Yankees can’t afford his bad choices.

Do you want me to make this even sharper and more sarcastic — like a rant that sounds fed up with Boone and the front office? It could hit harder, trust me.

And last night's game? A disaster.  As of right now the Yankees are 3 games out of the lead in the American League East. In the Wild Card, which is like 3rd place closer, we are clinging to a lead that we could pretty much lose if we have a bad series to the Tigers and Red Sox next.  But year, let's "believe and hope" Boone, you fucking idiot. How about manage?

The game, if you can even call it that — it was more like a live demonstration of how to burn down a season in one inning. Fernando Cruz and Mark Leiter Jr. managed to give up nine runs without recording a single out in what has to be one of the most humiliating seventh innings Yankee Stadium has ever witnessed. Tigers 12, Yankees 2. On a crisp night in the Bronx, the only thing colder than the bats was Aaron Boone’s brain.

Cruz and Leiter’s stat line looked like a drunk Little League scrimmage: four walks, four hits, one hit batter, one wild pitch, 36 pitches thrown… only 14 for strikes. That’s not pitching — that’s performance art.

And then here comes Aaron Boone, Mister “Everything’s Fine,” delivering another one of his canned sermons:

“Tonight’s a tough night, but it doesn’t change a lot of the good things that have happened in some of these games…”

Stop. Talking.

Boone, fans don’t care about the “good things" yesterday. You don’t get credit for showing up to work and doing your job occasionally. Yankees fans expect this team to be good all the time. That’s the standard. But instead, we get chaos, inconsistency, and empty platitudes from a manager who treats every meltdown like a minor inconvenience.

And don’t even start with the “it’s on the players” narrative. No. This disaster starts at the top. Boone, Brian Cashman, and Michael Fishman are steering this Titanic into an iceberg at full speed. Boone can’t manage a bullpen. Cashman’s roster construction is a joke. Fishman… honestly, what does he even do? And HAL STEINBRENNER? The man’s somewhere on a yacht pretending this team isn’t unraveling like a cheap sweater.

This isn’t “bad luck.” This is bad leadership. The Yankees are playing panic baseball because the people in charge have no plan, no vision, and apparently no accountability. We’re stuck in “catchup mode,” but time’s running out, and Boone’s strategy is basically “close your eyes and hope for the best.”

Hal, where are you? Boone, pack a bag. Cashman, start updating your résumé. The fans deserve better than this clown show.

GET IT TOGETHER.