Is the Fat Lady Already Warming Up in the Wings?
Is it too early to say "wait 'til next year?" I mean is it possible the season is over even before it begins? I am sure there is a show tune from the 1950's lurking in the shadows that would fit perfectly in this situation. I just don't want to hear it.
My nightmare is seeing Gerrit Cole and elbow in the same sentence. And when MRI is thrown in the mix, it is as a dagger to the heart.
And, oh by the way, just to put another nail in the coffin, Aaron Judge and his abdominal muscle underwent examination (a kind of pass-fail test). While it seems Mr. Captain dodged a bullet, I won't rest easy until he is at the plate staring menacingly at an opposing pitcher with a pure heart, a sweet swing and evil intention.
Yogi once said it ain't over 'til it's over. I would add, as an asterisk, unless it's over before then.
If Cole is MIA for the season then the wait for 28 is already a 2025 melody. And if Judge isn't right then its all truly gone south even before the boys come up north.
For now, I hold my breath, cross my fingers and toes, spit on the ground and pray that I am just being a glass almost completely empty, Henny Penny sky is falling kind of fellow, seeing the darkness where there is still light.
But, until I am informed otherwise, I am already counting the days 'til spring training 2025. If Ol' King Cole ain't a merry old soul in 2024, then there will be no joy in Mudville for me this season.