Ohhh, Cashman, you don’t make blockbuster deals on Friday the 13th. You just don’t.
And you definitely don’t make this deal.
I’m sure the entire baseball world knows the news by now. I was supposed to have this post up right away, but every time I started it, I had to stop. I figured I could just type through the tears, but then I thought an overly-emotional post would be irrational and unfair. So I waited until I regained some composure. Here I am now, still in shock, but over my initial state or mourning. I haven’t cried yet today, though that may be because I depleted everything I had last night.
This is without a doubt the hardest thing I have been forced to go through in my life as a Yankees fan.
I don’t even know where to start. There’s so much running through my head. I guess I’ll talk about what happened when I found out that the Yankees traded Jesus Montero for Michael Pineda (along with Hector Noesi for Jose Campos, but it’s the Montero part that sent me over the edge).
I saw the news on facebook first on a baseball page that I liked. It wasn’t official then. But my heart stopped a little, and I gasped. I immediately headed over to MLBtraderumors, they had it up with the little times next to each sentence, as if they were monitoring every move. I knew that was a bad sign -that meant it was legit.
I began to panic.
The Yankees website had nothing, just as I feared. Throughout my life as a Yankees fan, being surprised by Brian Cashman and his stealthy moves became quite a regular thing. He never lets you know what’s up. I went on some other site about the Pineda/Montero swap, and it wouldn’t load – too much traffic.
I knew right there that it was happening. I admit it: I started to cry a little.
Aww, who am I kidding. My brother wrote it on facebook anyway, so everyone knows: I was bawling like a baby. The kind of tears that flow without you even knowing, then you rejoin reality and think, “What the heck, I’m crying?”
Yeah I’m a nut. But I can’t help it.
I’ve been hearing about Jesus Montero for God knows how long. The highlight of the 2011 season was the 18 games that Montero played in during September. The .328 avg, the 4 HR (some of which were opposite field line drives, which totally turned me on to the kid), the 12 RBI, the handsome young man with the high socks and the boyish smile, I was swept off my feet. He looked like everything I heard he would be. And I thought it was just the beginning of what would be a 20-year superstar successful career in Yankee pinstripes. A home-grown, superstar Yankee to be part of a new core of young Yankees. I figured, since they held on to him for this long, he was safe. I penciled him into my 2012 lineup. I said goodbye to Posada, which was tough, but the thought of Jesus Montero eventually catching eased the pain of losing one of my favorite Yankees. In my public presentation class, I even did my persuasive speech on the claim “The Yankees should not trade Jesus Montero,” and I got an A. I never thought he would be traded, because frankly, the Yankees did nothing up to this point in the offseason.
Losing Jesus Montero – I can’t even believe this happened. I just can’t trust Brian Cashman anymore. I never know what’s going to happen. I’m beginning to wonder if we’ll ever see this new generation of prospects play in the Bronx. Everyone knows what his potential is. Shouldn’t we want that kind of talent on our team, especially because he’s home-grown? This trade is an example of the things I don’t like about the Yankees. The immediate-gratification thing, where they don’t want to wait. Sure, Montero’s not a full-time catcher yet, but he can be eventually. Now I heard that the Yankees are thinking about expanding payroll a bit. Although Michael Pineda is at a bargain price, I’m worried now that Montero won’t be the DH, that they’ll go out and sign someone. Like Prince Fielder. Which is exactly what I don’t want: a big free-agent contract, probably ridiculously expensive and around 8-10 years, for a guy who will probably decline soon who we’ll be stuck with. Like A-Rod. Like Teixeira. Partially why I was so into Jesus Montero, was that he was different. Young blood, a new start. He can’t decline. He can only improve. So even if he didn’t start out like the superstar I believe he will one day be, if we wait, he’d learn and improve. I wanted to see that happen to him as a Yankee.
Never in my wildest nightmares did I ever suspect that this would happen. That’s partially why I don’t like this trade, because I’m a little embarrassed. I’ve been saying how he’s going to be on the team in 2012, despite the frequent debates with another Yankees fan. So not only was I upset that the one thing I wanted for the 2012 season was gone, but I was also dreading the remarks of this fellow Yankees fan. I mean it’s not like I’m stupid. No one expected this. I thought Cashman was serious about doing nothing. He let all the other pitchers go by, but little did I know that he’d go for someone that we didn’t even know was on the market. Losing Jesus Montero has left me bombarded with the worst feelings: anguish, dismay, disinterest for the coming season, distrust of the organization, and humiliation for being wrong about it all.
So from a purely emotional perspective, this is the worst trade of my life. And on Friday the 13th, I can’t help but to think it may be bad luck for the Yankees.
But this girl knows that there shouldn’t be any crying in baseball.
I feel bad about feeling bad about this trade. It’s unfair to Michael Pineda. It makes it seem like I hate him. I can’t hate the guy, he didn’t do anything. I mean sure, if asked if I would make the Montero/Pineda trade, I would have said NO (maybe that’s why I’m not in charge of the Yankees). But that doesn’t mean I don’t want Pineda. He’s almost 23 and he had a pretty fine rookie season. Okay, maybe he’s not as cute as Montero on the surface, but maybe he’s got a cuter personality – I heard rumblings of Jesus Montero having an attitude.
And who am I kidding? I know the Yankees needed pitching. I didn’t think they’d get any, but I shouldn’t be upset that they improved in the area that they needed to most. Michael Pineda, as well as Hiroki Kuroda, who I found out was going to be signed about five minutes after the big trade, can definitely strengthen the rotation. And Pineda will be under team control for years to come before he gets to make the big money, which will give him every reason to play heard and reach his fullest potential. I should like that, since I hate the long contracts that I feel create laziness and a sense of entitlement. Another good sign: according to my brother, the Red Sox fans are nervous about the moves the Yankees have made.
That’s always a good sign.
This deal, as with all deals, is a risk. And on Friday the 13th, you know…I can’t help but to think negatively.
Last night in the midst of my meltdown, I was seeking distractions from the news. I had 5 conversations going on facebook, I was blasting Guns N’ Roses in my headphones, hoping the song “Don’t Cry” would actually help my cause (“…there’s a Heaven above you, baby…”), I was contemplating hitting the liquor cabinet (kidding, underage over here!), and I was just trying to avoid reality. Then Grandma comes in my room (brave of her when I’m unstable), and asks if I’m busy, and if not, if I could check to see what the numbers were to see if she won.
She didn’t win, but the number made me a little happy anyway. It was 777.
A sign of things to come? Maybe this is a lucky trade for the Yankees. Maybe the good can counteract the bad here. Maybe I can like, get over this? Maybe there was something about Jesus Montero that I just didn’t know, and maybe this was for the better. Maybe I should trust Brian Cashman, after all, he’s done pretty well for me in my lifetime.
And maybe I should get excited for this upcoming season again. Maybe Pineda will help my boys reach their next goal: #28. And maybe Michael Pineda can be one of “my boys” the way I thought Jesus Montero would be.
Maybe this’ll actually be the best thing that’s ever happened in my lifetime for the Yankees.
Yanks 2010 Season Ends
Well, it wasn’t as good as last season…that’s for sure. As I watched the ALCS unfold, I saw what was going on, and I accepted it. But looking back now, I’m just so confused. I have so many questions, and I don’t know the answers. But what keeps lingering in my mind is: What happened to the Yankees? What went wrong?
Too many things. And not enough went right.
-The Long Layoff
Now I’m not trying to make “excuses” to why the Yankees lost, but let’s be realistic here. The Yankees had to wait an eternity for the Rangers and Rays to close things out. They beat the Twins so quickly that they were just sitting around. Of course they were still hyped up, but they lost some of their momentum – but more importantly, they lost their rhythm. Remember how in the ALDS it seemed like everyone was contributing to the success? Well, that didn’t happen this time. The only guys who really did well were Curtis Granderson and Robinson Cano. And I pat them on the back for a job well done.
Unfortunately, their contributions were not enough. The Yankee pitching was ATROCIOUS in this series. Could it have been due to the rest factor? Maybe.
-Mark Teixeira’s Hammy
The Yankees were already down in the series and were struggling offensively. So when their star slugger Mark Teixeira destroyed his hamstring while hustling out a grounder, the entire team was hurt. You could just see it. No one was going to admit it, but it’s obvious: they probably thought they were screwed withough Teix – especially because the offense was pretty dead already.
Don’t get me started. I like Girardi, but as I’ve said before, I just don’t understand him sometimes. This was especially true in ALCS game 6 – the Yankees final game. Intentionally walking Josh Hamilton once to get to Vlad Guerrerro was enough. He’s lucky he got away with that move. But by having Phil Hughes do that AGAIN, Girardi was almost asking for trouble. My Grandma and I said that to each other as soon as we saw Joe wiggle the 4 fingers. We knew it would blow up in his face even before Guerrerro got the hit. And we were right. Then he put in David Robertson who, wo put it nicely, hasn’t seen much success this postseason, and he let the game get away from the Yankees. From then on, the Yankees had terrible at-bats, and you could just see it in their eyes: they knew they were going home.
As for me, of course I am devastated. I love my Yankees more than anything, and I want to be able to watch them for as long as possible, Sadly, it ended too early this year. But that’s selfish. I really feel bad for the YANKEES. They wanted to win this so badly, but they just didn’t play well. They really embarrassed themselves. I feel so bad for my boys. They shouldn’t have lost…they deserved to win. But they didn’t play like they deserved it.
I guess I should give credit to the Rangers. I mean they did beat my boys. They really made my Yankees look bad. But really – the Yankees made themselves look bad, too. They helped them out a bit. And a good team like the Rangers capitalizes off another team’s mistakes. That’s exactly what happened. Sure, the Rangers are having their best season. They are a very good team. Maybe they do deserve to win.
Of course I will never admit that. The Yankees have been through so much this season. I think the Yankees should have won it all this season just as a tribute to the Great George Steinbrenner. It’s kind of unfair that they didn’t, but again – it was their fault they lost.
And who says life is fair, anyway? Maybe the best team doesn’t always win.
But the great thing about life is that you can always try to redeem yourself. More often than not, you get another chance in life.
And for my Yankees, this other chance begins on March 31, 2011.
That’s when the Quest for 28 begins again.
Yankees, I’d like to thank you for this exciting 2010. Just because it didn’t end they way we planned doesn’t mean we have to just forget it. You had a great season. I know you are the best team…you just didn’t win when it counted. I still love you ♥
Thanks for the memories ♥
Yanks Up 2 Games to None in Intentisy-Packed ALDS
I’m going to be honest: I didn’t expect my Yankees to be up 2 games to none after the first two games against the Twins at Target Field, for a number of reasons: 1) The Twins had the best record at home, even better than my Yanks. 2) The Yankees had to face a tough lefty in Francisco Liriano in game 1, after losing their last 9 games against lefty starters. 3) I didn’t know what the Yankee starters would give, since CC was on extra rest and Andy had iffy starts after his injury. Add all that together, as well as adding the fact that the Yankees were horrible down the stretch, and the thought of elimination in the first round wasn’t too crazy. But after these first two games, I am confident in my Yankees’s ability to move on to the next round. They have proven to me that te regular season did not matter: the postseason is a brand new season, and they are going to make the most of it – just like last year.
I was worried in game 1, because CC Sabathia was not sharp, and the Yankee offense struggled mightily against Francisco Liriano – up until the 6th inning, that is. Down 3-0, with 1 out, Mark Teixeira doubled and Alex Rodriguez walked. Robinson Cano drove in Teixeira with an RBI single, and FINALLY, my Yankees were on the board. My family and I were starting to get excited.
Then it was Jorge Posada’s turn, and he delivered with an RBI single to score A-Rod, which made it 3-2. Out of her excitement, my Grandma, once again butchered a Yankee’s name. After Jorge singled, she yelled. “OOH NOW IT’S 3-2!!!! A SINGLE!!! A-ROD SCORED!!! OOH SAPADO!!!!”
You can guess what happened next.
My entire family broke into hysterics, and so did Grandma, once she realized we were laughing at her. She did her typical laugh: hands over heart, hysterical, laughing so hard we couldn’t even hear her. It was that silent laughter, the kind that happens when something is just SO funny. Through the laughs, she said, “Ooh POSADA!!!!” Yes, Grandma…POSADA…not SAPODO. He’s been on the team for how long now? But that doesn’t matter…she butchers everyone’s name. For more info, check out this post dedicated to my Grandma and her…interesting names for the Yankees: http://southernbelle.mlblogs.com/archives/2010/08/grandma-makes-me-laugh.html
LOL, good job Sapodo!!!
Anyway, the Yankees had inched closer, and everyone now believed they could win.
My sweet Curtis Granderson delivered witn a clutch 2-run triple to give the Yanks a 4-3 lead. It was so clutch, I screamed for like an hour. My throat still kind of hurts.
After taking the lead in te 6th, my Yankees never looked back. Actually that’s not true: CC Sabathia walked in a run in the 6th, tying up the game at 4. But no biggy: Mark Teixeira added the final blow with his 2-run homer in the 6th, making it a 6-4 Yankee lead. The bullpen closed it out, and my Yanks came back to win the first game of this ALDS 6-4.
Game 1 was so stressful. After the game I was so exhausted. I said to Grandma, “Thank GOD we won.”
She said, “Yeah. But it’s only the first game!”
True. If game 1 of the ALDS was so intense, what would the rest of the postseason be like? It was only just the beginning!
I was stressed out before game 2, because I had no idea what Andy Pettitte would do. My Dad said, “Don’t worry about Andy…He’s ANDY. He’ll give it his all and pitch a hell of a game just like he always does.”
Aw, Andy….you are such a cutie ♥
Well, Daddy was right, just like always. Andy did pitch a gem: 7 innings of 2-run ball, and just 88 pitches. And he received offensive support from his buddy Lance Berkman. I was hoping that Lance would do big things in the postseason, since Andy cracked him up to be a postseason clutch machine. He did. Game 2 was Lance’s Yankee moment. He drove in 2 of their 5 runs, with a monster opposite-field home run, and an RBI double the other way. Thank you, Lance!
FAT ELVIS HAS LEFT THE YARD!!!! Damn…he looks kinda sexy with high socks…♥
The Heroes for these ALDS Victories are my cutie-Curtis Granderson, for his extreme clutchness, Lance Berkman, for the same reason, and Andy Pettitte, for doing what he always does. Now the Yankees head back home to the Bronx, where they look for some of that good old Yankee Stadium Magic to spark them to another victory.
The Somebody Needs a Hug goes to…..the Twins! I want them to lose, don’t get me wrong, but I kind of pity them. They ALWAYS lose to the Yankees…it must be haunting their minds. Oh well…it’s really not my problem. And let’s be fair: It really ain’t over till it’s over.
Remember…it’s only just the beginning.
Since the last few Yankee games have been abysmal, I don’t want to talk about them. They are making me angry. I need a few laughs. So today, I’m going to talk about someone who never fails to make me laugh. She is a die-hard Yankees fan just like me. She’s my Grandma.
My Grandma is 86 years old. And she’s kind of Italian. And she’s lived in the Bronx her whole life. She does a lot to make us laugh, but the main thing she does is butcher words. Like when she says “toast,” she actually says “toes.” Or “dollar” is “dolla.” She never puts the “r” on her words. And sometimes, when she hears people actually put the “r” on the words, she says things like, “Oooh they talk with the ‘r’.”
Throughout the many years I have known my Grandma, and the many Yankee games we’ve watched together, I’ve noticed something: She butchers everybody’s name. And what’s really funny is that she actually says these things!
Here is a chunk of the Yankee roster – the way Grandma pronounces it:
– Mariani Rivera
Mariani, Grandma? Really? Must you make EVERYBODY Italian? How about Mariano? Or if that’s too complicated, why not just call him Mo?
– CC Sebastian
Look at CC…he’s obviously disgusted this “name.” Sebastian…where is that from? Okay. Grandma’s niece’s son is named Sebastian. But really, there is no excuse for that.
– Robinson Canoe
I guess this one was easy to mess up. But really? CANO.
– Kerry Woods
Again, this one is probably easy to mess up. But somtimes, I think she tries to mess them up. Kerry WOOD…is it really that hard?
– Derek Jeetah
Grandma never pronounces the “r” on the end of Jeter’s name. It’s just “Jeetah.” It rhymes with “cheetah.”
– Austin Sterns
I think Grandma only said this one once, but that’s because I corrected her right away. Kearns…Austin KEARNS.
– Curtain Granderson
Okay, this one isn’t really fair. Grandma just got tongue-twisted when she called him “Curtain.” But she still said it. Me, my little brother, and my Grandma were all watching the game one night. Me and my brother left the room for a minute, and Grandma shouted “HOME RUN!!” We asked, “Who, Grandma who!”
“Curt..uhhh…Cu…Curtain…oh, ah fanabla.”
She didn’t need to explain any more. We got it. Through our frenzy of laughter, we explained, “CURTIS!!!! CURTIS GRANDERSON!!! Aahahhahaaa….you just called him CURTAIN!!!!”
– Nick Swiffah
This one is everyone in my family’s favorite. She messed up the mess up. “Swiffah?” How about “Swiffer?” Or better yet, NICK SWISHER!!!!
This one has a little story. It happened one night during the offseason of 2008. It was dinnertime, and everyone was coming into the kitchen. We left the YES Network on as always. News of the Betemit/Swisher trade was just released.
Grandma just found out about this trade. She didn’t know who the guy was that the Yankees just got. So she shouted, “ROBBIT, (“Robbit” is my older brother, Robert. We all call him Bobby. She calls him “Robbit,” as opposed to “Robert” or Bobby.”) ROBBIT…”
“Yes Grandma?” Bobby asked.
Bobby was silent, confused like the rest of us.
“Who?” He asked.
“WHO’S NICK SWIFFAH?” Grandma tried again.
This time, Bobby went to the TV to see for himself. The headline “Yanks Trade for Nick Swisher.”
“GRANDMAAA!!!! It’s NICK SWISHER!!!!”
She didn’t have time to respond. We all started laughing at her. But she was a good sport about it, as always. “Oooh!” she said. Then she joined in with laughs. To this day, we still remind her of this one. And she never got it wrong the right way again. Now she calls him “Swizza.” Then I say, “No, Grandma…Nick SWISHER.”
I don’t think she’ll ever get it right.