Perhaps US citizens have some undeveloped, deep-dyed belief in John Wayne, or maybe most American citizens have seen too many trash-to-treasure real life shows, but one month into each latest baseball season the fan base of each team not competing for a playoff spot's attention turns to what early Psychoanalyst psychological specialist Carl Jung referred to as a Ultimate Rescuer. Some nebulous, munificent entity somewhere out there in the cosmos that would swoop in at the very end and make everything better. In big league baseball that entity has a name.
The New York Yankees, which is an ironic incarnation of the Ultimate Rescuer as the Yankees are also referred to as The Malevolent Empire. I'll refrain from drawing parallels to society at large. But each Spring the ritual is revisited. Your team comes out with an awful start and you believe your playoff chances are gone, and you've got 3 or 4 players you blame for it. They're not playing well, or they've got an perspective problem, or they are not achieving their actual potential, or they're a vet who's best days are behind him. Oh, I know what we can do... Call the Yankees. Because they've a convention of winning with bums.
the Yankees have won 27 World Series by making a nonstop effort to search the globe for each burnout, no talent, washout bum who makes a decision to put on a uniform. Hell, while you are at it, perhaps they will take that old sofa off your hands, as well.
Just because Yogi Berra was a Yankee doesn't suggest they've got some cockamamie scheme that turns garbage into diamonds. The Yankee plan has been rather consistent: wait for other teams to develop talent, then use the 20 or so top groups who never have a shot of being competitive as their minor league system. You draft them, develop them, coach them up, then when they blossom and you can no longer afford to keep them, there's one team that will.
Throw in one or two players they develop themselves, and one starts to ask why the Yankees don't win each year. But back to the sports fans who apparently think the Yankees are the city dump of Top baseball, or even more meticulously a scrap iron dealer who not only takes your junk off your hands, but spits out cash in return... You're insane. You can "package" as much rubbish as you would like in one box, but it's still rubbish. The Yankees likely will deal a lot at the trade cut-off point this year, and maybe they will even speculate on a veteran or a head case or a young player who's career has stalled out, but they won't do it out of the goodness of their hearts, and they will not do it free. Desperation stinks. And begging raises the price of things. But there are 25 or so major league cities out there at this time where the fans are having dreams about that trash-for-treasure trade where all their Problems magically vanish and John Wayne appears out of the mist to make everything right. Keep dreaming.
The New York Yankees, which is an ironic incarnation of the Ultimate Rescuer as the Yankees are also referred to as The Malevolent Empire. I'll refrain from drawing parallels to society at large. But each Spring the ritual is revisited. Your team comes out with an awful start and you believe your playoff chances are gone, and you've got 3 or 4 players you blame for it. They're not playing well, or they've got an perspective problem, or they are not achieving their actual potential, or they're a vet who's best days are behind him. Oh, I know what we can do... Call the Yankees. Because they've a convention of winning with bums.
the Yankees have won 27 World Series by making a nonstop effort to search the globe for each burnout, no talent, washout bum who makes a decision to put on a uniform. Hell, while you are at it, perhaps they will take that old sofa off your hands, as well.
Just because Yogi Berra was a Yankee doesn't suggest they've got some cockamamie scheme that turns garbage into diamonds. The Yankee plan has been rather consistent: wait for other teams to develop talent, then use the 20 or so top groups who never have a shot of being competitive as their minor league system. You draft them, develop them, coach them up, then when they blossom and you can no longer afford to keep them, there's one team that will.
Throw in one or two players they develop themselves, and one starts to ask why the Yankees don't win each year. But back to the sports fans who apparently think the Yankees are the city dump of Top baseball, or even more meticulously a scrap iron dealer who not only takes your junk off your hands, but spits out cash in return... You're insane. You can "package" as much rubbish as you would like in one box, but it's still rubbish. The Yankees likely will deal a lot at the trade cut-off point this year, and maybe they will even speculate on a veteran or a head case or a young player who's career has stalled out, but they won't do it out of the goodness of their hearts, and they will not do it free. Desperation stinks. And begging raises the price of things. But there are 25 or so major league cities out there at this time where the fans are having dreams about that trash-for-treasure trade where all their Problems magically vanish and John Wayne appears out of the mist to make everything right. Keep dreaming.
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Zombie Logic is a blog by poet Thomas L. Vaultonburg containing poetry, sports, baseball, politics, the New York Yankees, and art.
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