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I am sunk on my couch, completely crushed—devastated and defeated. The world is laughing at the Yankees’ fumble, and I am in full disbelief at what just occurred. A 5-0 lead, knocking out the starter early, only to lose 7-6 at home. I almost wish they’d been swept, because the thrill of yesterday and the emotional rollercoaster is probably not good for anyone's mental health. The title of the blog says it all; The Dodgers didn't win the World Series, the Yankees lost it.
Jomboy said it best (who, by the way, provided another incredible season of content, and he truly is the titan of the game), this was pathetic. Making the World Series wasn’t enough. Winning it was the goal. Fifteen years. It’s been fifteen cursed years for this historic franchise, and despite an electric World Series as a baseball fan, the Yankees completely fell short and imploded in embarrassing fashion.
No team has come back from down 5+ runs to clinch the World Series...except for the 2024 Dodgers. Ohtani had a dislocated shoulder. Freddie Freeman had an ankle so bad he was supposedly unplayable, yet he hit home runs effortlessly and ran like an Olympic sprinter. Like we all saw, the historic comeback and the astronomical lead meant absolutely nothing.
It’s hard to point fingers as a fan behind a keyboard, but that’s the business of sports. I’ve spent hundreds of hours since March analyzing games, creating content, and supporting this team. At the end of the day, you can critique the players, but this series falls on Aaron Boone and the Yankees' brass. It wasn’t coached well and wasn’t constructed strong enough. Baseball matters in October, not just the regular season. The issues were there all year long and never adjusted—pitching mismanagement, no punishment for mistakes, the lineup card never changed.
The mistakes by the players, though, have to be pointed out. Players out of position, mental errors, egregious baserunning, defensive miscues, the complacency—it’s not even worth reopening the barely-sealed wound. Aaron Judge got hot at the wrong time. The bullpen was overworked. The flaws of the entire season came and smacked us right in the face.
I just cannot believe how this series fell apart. Game 1 was gut-wrenching. Tonight was numbing.
I can’t even begin to think about what’s to come. Zim and I are just rattling off nonsense and names, but our minds are mush right now. The biggest concern is Juan Soto. He loved it here, and the job isn't done, but is he gone? Is winning a World Series more attainable elsewhere? I don’t know. I truly hope Soto stays; there’s no excuse to get outbid, but if he leaves for less money, I’ll lose all hope in Brian Cashman and Hal Steinbrenner.
There isn’t any second baseman worth getting, nor a third baseman if you move Jazz to his natural position. Gleyber Torres needs to be retained—he found his groove as the leadoff—but is he priced out? The bullpen has to keep Weaver, Hill, and Kahnle, but Holmes can walk. Will they even spend on the bullpen with other holes to fill? The team has talent, but clearly, it wasn’t enough, and they can’t run this team back. Cole, Judge, and Stanton are another year older. What does the trade market look like next year? Can they say "fuck it" and get Corbin Burnes too? It’s at the point of the night where I’m rambling.
My closing remark goes to our Skipper. I appreciate your time, your nicknames, and your passion, but your watch has ended. As much as Boone has his ebbs and flows, and he fights for his guys, they fired Girardi for less. He has to go, and this team needs to perform better. It starts from the top, but that won’t be solved tonight.
It's going to sting when my World Series hat from Fanatics shows up at my door on Friday (thanks USPS), and I probably won't sleep tonight. This was such a winnable series, and the hype of getting here wasn’t delivered.
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