Tuesday, June 16, 2015
On the morning of June 16, 2015 the New York Yankees have a record of 34 won and 29 lost but their record doesn't show what an upside down season it has been. They have won six or seven in a row while losing five or so in a row and at one time were one win and ten losses. They have played very good baseball winning on all cylinders. They have played very bad baseball looking at times more like little league-rs than major league-rs earning millions of dollars. This schizophrenic behavior also is being reflected by management led by their manger Joe Geradi, and General Manager Brian Cashman.
Everybody on that club knows more than me then how is it some things are so obvious I see the reasons for this odd behavior but the resident geniuses do not? They have a great relief staff but it is being overused. This why their closer is on the DL and some of the long guys like Rogers are no longer with the club because they lost their effectiveness. The pitching is not their main problem, consistency of their offense is as well as their defense.
Chase Headly is a fine third basement who has committed 14 errors up to this point while last year he committed only 9 for the whole season. Their shortstop has to be taught how to play the position. He takes too many chances that lead to errors of or misplays. His swing has to be shortened, hitting .230 just isn't going to make him a good Jeter replacement. You get my drift? Drew has to become just a utility player. Hitting way below .200 is terrible even if he hits an occasional home run. Carlos Beltran has to go. Cut him loose and eat the contract. He can't play the outfield, he looks frightened going after a ball near the wall, he's slow and can't hit. He's a drag on the team. When Jacob Ellsbury returns from the DL know he is extremely fragile and has to be rested and treated frequently hopefully putting off his his stay on the disability list.
I hate to say it but it looks like Geradi and Cashman are managing scared. Afraid to cut loose some very bad contracts and getting some experienced good players in their stead. Stop sending good players back to the minors because they have options, confidence shaken and possibly careers ruined. If the player is helping like Flores (I hope I got the kids's name right) he shouldn't be sent down. He fielded very well, showed a great arm, had speed and hit OK. His reward, optioned out to make room on the roster but then another rookie is brought up and currently playing centerfield. Gerardi's pitching moves lately have cost the Yankees games. The whole club has got to get their confidence back and this is done by getting rid of players who no longer have it despite their contract and getting consistency back on the and off the field.
Friday, June 5, 2015
When he first moved here the tree was already in the backyard. It was young then, but it stood tall with branches reaching towards the sky while its roots dug deeply into the ground providing an anchor. As the years passed the tree grew stronger and with careful pruning reached upwards toward the heavens surpassing the height of the house.
This day he was in the bedroom upstairs and the window looked out on the backyard, in the middle of the yard the tree fully leafed stood strong and majestic with branches reaching towards the heaven and firmly rooted in its place, giving the impression it was shouting praise to its unknown creator.
He mused how funny life is, this tree growing older became stronger, taller full of life even better than when it was a stripling. Whereas he, instead of growing stronger, taller and more resilient actually lost an inch inn height while becoming broader around the waist causing him to stoop a bit and becoming much weaker in many ways from the time of his youth.
He wondered what storm would bring winds and rain strong enough to make the roots loose and have the tree become uprooted. Sure as there is a heaven the tree would fall no matter how tall it might become or how embedded the roots anchored in the earth.
But for the moment the tree gave shade on the hottest day, beauty every day and seemed far from the day it would be no more. In a sense he sort of felt the same way about himself. After all the only moment we all have is the present one and no one knows for sure when his or her last moment shall come.
With these thoughts he took the book he was reading, went outside opened a beach chair on the patio, plopped down enjoyed the shade, the birds landing on the branches and started to read. Life ain't half bad he thought. And so the tree and he enjoyed their moment for that was the only moment they both were sure that they would have.