We miss you. We’d love to see your shadow on our doorstep.
Pitching ain’t the issue. The big three in Moose, Pettitte, and Joba are going great guns. Heck, even Ponson is carrying his not insubstantial weight. Get healthy, Chien-Ming. And the pen is, for the most part, brilliant.
But where’s the beef? Throwing out the 18-plate nuke-strike launched against Texas, the run line in the last eleven reads 3, 1, 1, 2, 0, 4, 2, 5, 5, 2, 2. Twenty-seven runs in eleven games. The worst part is that with a couple key pieces in the form of Damon and Matsui legitimately injured and Posada on DH rehab, the situation may well not improve in the near future, by which point it will be too late.
The Yankees offense is not dismal. It’s merely the very definition of average, which for some reason feels even worse. Didn’t see that coming.