Kevin Kernan

The way I look at the current trend of bringing in so many relievers that you lose count, it reminds me of a Saturday night down the New Jersey shore on the boardwalk, back in the day. At some point you are going to go into the arcade, after you had your two slices (pepperoni for me) and your Kohr’s Frozen Custard (Mrs. AMBS prefers a twist with chocolate syrup). You got to work that food off, so you go play Whac-A-Mole.

Even the best bullpens fail with overwork and facing the greatest hitters night after night. Superstar Juan Soto showed that Saturday night when he blasted a two-out, three-run 10th-inning home run to centerfield, a ball that kept carrying and carrying – and it carried the Yankees all the way to their 41st World Series appearance and first since 2009.

This week the game lost another pitching legend when Valenzuela died Tuesday at the age of 63. Earlier this month Luis Tiant, 83, passed away.

Going into Game 3 Monday night at Yankee Stadium, the Dodgers own a 2-0 lead on the Yankees. This will be the first World Series game played at Yankee Stadium since November 4, 2009, and I was there when the Yankees finished off the Phillies 7-3 in Game 6.

Brian Cashman, Aaron Boone and Matt Blake will come to spring training in February with their iPads loaded with information once again and false promises.

I don’t look at these meetings as GM Meetings as much as an opportunity for GMs to make excuses for the shortcomings of their respective teams.

It is bad enough that you never really know who is playing for the Rays, and if they do discover and develop a talented player, you just know he will be traded, but now you don’t even know where the Rays will be playing in 2025 because of the roofless Trop – wrecked by Hurricane Milton.

It is bad enough that you never really know who is playing for the Rays, and if they do discover and develop a talented player, you just know he will be traded, but now you don’t even know where the Rays will be playing in 2025 because of the roofless Trop – wrecked by Hurricane Milton.

Rob (Goldfinger) Manfred hates baseball. There is no doubt about that anymore. The baseball commissioner who loves to practice his golf swing has fundamentally changed the game and his current preposterous proposal is the latest example.

People care. That is one of the great plusses of Hall of Fame voting with results being announced once again. Of course, there must be outrage because outrage is the name of the game these days. Someone is always outraged about something somewhere.