Pinstripes in Peril

The Yankees didn’t just lose the past two days — they embarrassed themselves. The Blue Jays ran roughshod over this so-called contender, turning every inning into a clinic on how not to play baseball. The pitching was lifeless, the bullpen porous, and the defense leaked runs like a busted faucet. Watching it was like staring at a slow-motion car wreck — you couldn’t look away, but you desperately wanted to.

Strikeouts piled up like unpaid debts, every at-bat more pitiful than the last. These weren’t professional swings; they were desperate flails at pitches that could’ve hit a barn door and still missed the handle. And the fielding? Let’s just say that if leather could cry, every glove in the Bronx would be in tears tonight.

Once upon a time, players wore these pinstripes with pride — with accountability. Men like CC Sabathia, who just celebrated ten years of sobriety, wouldn’t have tolerated this level of apathy even when he was on the drink. This isn’t the Yankee way. It’s a disgrace. The Boss would’ve torched half the roster by now — and frankly, after this weekend, no one could blame him.