Don’t smart me! See, I wanna watch you squirm; I wanna see you sweat a little, and when you smart me… it ruins it.
– John Turturro as Bernie Bernbaum in Miller’s Crossing
Sometimes a breeze picks up and carries something just a little bit farther than it would normally go. And so it was with the BPS the past few days. On Saturday when me & the boys were watching game four at Bri Rumble’s, I was pacing the floor, ranting about how crazy it is for people who hate the Yankees to complain. “How could they complain?” I said. “Why would they complain? This is the golden age for Yankee-haters.” At that point Sean calmly sat on the couch and said, “You know, with the Yankees it’s always public-execution style…” That line connected instantly. I told them I was going to work it into the BPS, and they all nodded, but most of them don’t really read it anyway, so that didn’t mean a whole lot to them. The resulting paragraph ended up being reproduced on some external sites, and the reaction was pretty evenly split along party lines, as you might expect. My only regret was that some of the sites that reproduced the paragraph left off what were probably the most important three words. “And that’s okay.”
Some cleanup on the Joe Torre situation. The Yankees are always about winning. Except when they’re not. Which isn’t often. But this was one of those times. I don’t know George Steinbrenner. Although it is true, what you may have heard. The one and only time I was in a luxury box at Yankee Stadium, four years ago, he walked past me after the game, patted me on the back and said, “Nice to see you again.” But I’m not going to pretend that that qualifies me as “in the know.” So it is merely my own personal opinion that George is not the guy he used to be. I’ll leave it at that. I think others are calling the shots. And we know that Howard Rubenstein, PR man extraordinaire, is currently in his employ. Put all of that together, and I think the greater good won the day here. And by greater good I mean the Yankee tradition, and Joe Torre’s place in it. Joe Torre will, most likely next year, pass Casey Stengel for second place in victories as Yankee manger, right behind Joe McCarthy. He also has a real shot at the Hall of Fame. But he will most certainly get his number retired, a plaque, and all the trimmings from the Yanks. To clip him for poor performance with one year left on his contract would have put a big black mark on all of that. It would be much easier to let him finish next year, retire on his own terms, and start fresh in 2008. This way he gets to retire with dignity, the Yankees don’t have blemish on their legacy and tradition, and regardless of what happens next year, they don’t have to deal with the distraction of “will Joe be fired,” because everyone knows he’s retiring at the end of the season. Or, it could be that since the boss may or not be thinking clearly, no one had the cajones to be the guy who clipped Joe Torre. Or maybe they really do think he is the best man for the job going forward. Where do I come down? Not sure. But I found myself glad that he was still around when the smoke cleared, do I guess on some level I think it’s the right move. But if you see Joe Girardi hired as bench coach for next season, you know what’s coming next October.
Quick point on our new friend Scott Tobias. We’ve had fans of all stripes here at the BPS, and we welcome them all. Come on in, let us know you’re thoughts, do your thing. But you need to avoid making a fool of yourself. So, Scott, here’s the problem. You came in and posted the quintessential “your team is crazy over-hyped, and my under-appreciated team is going to spank your bunch of overrated, overpaid babies” comment. Fair enough. But the problem is you came in and posted well after the Tigers had already won the series. See how that’s a little mixed up? Here’s how it works, dude. If you come in beforehand and talk smack, and then your team backs you up, kudos to you. But coming in telling us why your team is going to win after they’ve already won, well, do I even need to finish that thought? Just a note for next time.
So boys, you know how this goes. I’m going to go away for a while. Maybe it’s because I have nothing more to say, and maybe it’s because, by nature, I’m one of the laziest guys in America. Either way. Once again, the BPS has allowed me to get all that comes along with this, my crazy obsession, off my chest. I have to thank the BPS crew, the guys that come out and post regularly. As I’ve said many times, I don’t know how many people read this thing. I don’t have a stat counter, and I don’t do a lot of trolling myself. I try to judge what kind of quality we end up with by the amount of comments we get. So, in no particular order (and anyone who notices that I forgot someone, please post a comment and throw it out there), a special thank you to the regular crew – Happymeds, Lucky, Ras, Rocco, Nick, Umair, JD, Raoul, H8n, level, gjp, and guava. And a thank you to saif, showa, myp, eric, fkay, nyangel, Mannino, Stevie D, amber_11, sunny615, soxfax, csjulien, Jeff Meltzer, Steamboat Bob, yankeegirl123, redsunkt, bb6coach, and yes, even Kaylee. And thanks to fellow bloggers Reid, Gabe, Lola, Felix, Beth, Jason, Jonathan, Mollie, Matt, Michael Norton, and Cyn. And of course, thanks to my compatriots, Acc, Mikey Juice, Mike Sherry, Tony Sherry (thanks for skimming the first paragraph once a week to see if you’re in it, Tony), Petey Goods, the Rumble brothers, Chris Woy, Sean, Ruddo, Vino, JJ, Triple J, Grossman, and the LT. And whoever I forgot. Thanks for taking the time to post a comment. I appreciate all of them. You guys are what make this blog fun and entertaining.
I posted the Wifflemania ’06 pictures – take a look when you get a minute.
I’m not much on predictions for the rest of the playoffs. I prove to myself every day just how little I know. The way I see it, if Detroit keeps doing what they did to the Yanks, they will be unstoppable. But I have to say, the Mets have just had that magic all year long. And you need the magic. I’m a New York guy, so I’ve got some stake in the Mets winning, I guess. Grossman will be psyched, of course. As will Big Joe (father-in-law), a lifelong Met fan who’s never been anything but cool putting up with his jack-*ss son-in-law’s obsession with the Yanks. And there was this old New York (baseball) Giants fan turned Met-fan I knew growing up, who threw ticker-tape out onto Broadway in ’69 as Tom Terrific and the boys strolled down the canyon of heroes. I remember when I was a kid in ’86 when he leaned out the front door banging a wooden spoon against a pan on the night the Mets won the World Series, because that’s what you did to celebrate something where he grew up, in Manhattan. Maybe somewhere that guy is smiling…
I’ll be back from time to time. Until then, feel free to post a comment when something’s on your mind. April will be here before you know it. And when it comes, me & the boys will be back in section 24, wearing gear, hanging on the edge of our seats, believing, and bleeding pinstripes…
In the clubhouse…
A gift from McHale. Sure, he spelled Acclestick wrong, but he means well.
Kicking things off….
Sean was still hurling tough, right to the bitter end.
Robbie Wonderful and Dollar Billy or “Big Bird”
Sean delivering the pitch to Marshall
The defending champion Bombers. It was not to be in the finals in 2006.
Looking over the draws. Schedule can make or break you at Wifflemania.
“Thunder” making it happen. Mikey Juice getting ready to deliver the pitch.