The recent activities of Matt Harvey and Manny Banuelos would have seemed inconceivable back in 1974, the year a brilliant surgeon named Dr. Frank Jobe started piecing torn-apart pitching elbows back together.
Twenty-seven free agents of all types and a 7-9 record just doesn’t add up. And bad math adds up to a lot of pink slips, even if it means a pile of green paper at the other end for the dearly departed.
You have to admire Cruz for his willingness to subject himself to the rigors of backfield work, even if it’s just for the sake of gimmickry. But there’s no way the kid should play even a snap at running back.
The Bombers have some legitimate issues. But at least CC might have eliminated one of them through controlled weight loss. Whether the velocity increases, that’s another story.
The way the Mets are positioned right now, a 90-win season would not only give cause for a century-long extension for Sandy Alderson and Terry Collins, but the erection of a healing shrine.
Otherwise, the Mets will be stuck with a guy who can’t hit, doesn’t like talking to his superiors about injuries and squawks when his hiding of them hits the newspapers and websites.
Emphasizing respect never hurt the quality of any sport. The players will be fine. Their dictionaries have plenty of other words to choose from.
Dollars and cents always seem to take priority over wins and losses, and there is where a lot of the Mets’ problems lie. If Noah Syndergaard proves that good, it might be worth sacrificing the extra cash to get him started in the big leagues.
While some Yankees fans engaged themselves in some minor hand-wringing over Masahiro Tanaka’s middle-distance running capabilities, just as many Mets fans wondered why on earth Ike Davis is still on the roster.
It’s not time to say farewell yet. But when he comes off the field after that last out, no matter what part of the season it occurs, we can smile. We saw the best.
If Sam turns into a run-stopping, pass-rushing demon, his teammates will look upon him with the same reverence as any star. If he proves incapable or, heaven forbid, fainthearted, he won’t have a chance.
If the Yankees third baseman cares at all about returning to the game with any ounce of personal integrity in 2015, a full confession is his only exit strategy.
If you were a Mets fan growing up in the 1960s and 70s, let alone the 80s, 90s and into this century, you listened to the always informative, always amusing words of one Ralph Kiner.
We know this. The girlfriend is gone. The spikes are tied on tight. He has taken the first step of a long journey into 2014, and has left the scarred remnants of last season behind.
As Eli Manning looked on at his brother’s struggles in Super Bowl XLVIII, he must have said, “Welcome to my world, Peyton.” Or, as Yogi Berra might have said, “It’s déjà vu all over again.”