And On October 18th....Emmanuel Clase Has Officially Lost His Fastball (A Blog Dave Portnoy Should've Written)

Well, that fucking sucked. I'm legitimately sad about how that game ended, to the point where I'm shocked I came up with such a good headline. It's in reference to my hit blog yesterday in which I perfectly articulated how Dave officially lost his fastball. Tonight proved it even more. Old Dave would've beat me to this headline. He and I are the only two with the minds to do it. But instead of leading from the front, he just tweeted (or had Austin do it) about his beloved Yankees again, trying to dunk on me, and I ratio'd him within 10 minutes... 

Man, I really got to him, didn't I? I reserved a seat for you whenever you want to come cheer for your team in person, Boss. I know you were watching, and now I know you're reading. But my message to the equivalent of Ted Williams being wheeled out during the 1999 All-Star game is now over. That's a great analogy because he was also once a Boston guy, a former great, but was simply too old when they brought him out on that golf cart. 

Anyways, my one-sided fight with the washed up corndog eater is not what this blog is about. This blog is about how Emmanuel Clase, the guy who I would've ridden into any and all battles with about two weeks ago, has lost not only his fastball, but also his confidence…and mine. 

Hand up, I was wrong about Clase. I wanted him to be the Cy Young (even though it was clearly Skubal). He gave up 5 runs all year, and now he's basically giving up 5 runs per inning in the postseason. Kerry Carpenter wounded him, and now the Yankees have broken him. He went on his Instagram story last night after almost blowing that game and posted a video of all of his rings and trophies, saying he'll see you tomorrow. Well, tomorrow is here and he blew a 6-6 game in the 9th inning that it truly felt like the Guardians were going to win. Clase coming into face the worst part of their order, and then Big Christmas coming up in the bottom of the 9th. We just had to get through 3 batters…and we couldn't get through any. Fuck.

Look, the Yankees are good. I'd do anything to have someone like Judge, Soto, or Stanton in our lineup. They have all three of them in a row. So my thing is this: why do we have to help them with bullshit calls like this?

Don't get me wrong. I just think that umpire is bad. But he fucked us on a Strike 3 that Bo Naylor literally threw around the horn before realizing, although it was right down the middle, he called it a Ball. And then with no one on in the Bottom of the 9th, he rung Lane Thomas up on a full-count that was simply not in the zone. Next two Guardians get on, and I hate to play that game, but that could've been bases loaded and nobody out…..

While I'm on the topic of bitching, this had nothing to do with the actual game, but fuck the TBS camera guy that made it seem like Big Christmas did it again:

I mean, they made that look like it was landing on the moon. I still feel like it's a home run, even after the game has been over for 15 minutes. It makes me feel like we got robbed of something else, but all it was was a fucking camera crew trolling the entire city of Cleveland. Not nice!

Alright, I'm gonna go back to my hotel room that, thankfully, has the windows bolted shut. A win tonight would've made it 2-2 with another game at home, allowing the Guardians to truly take control of this series. Now we're down 3-1 and it just seems inevitable. They're favored tomorrow in Cleveland against Bibee, but even if we sneak that one out, the Yankees are going to be -1000 in Game 6, in New York, with Gerrit Cole on the mound.