Don’t look at me, Craig Carton: even a guy with a journalism background is saying it this time:
Wright was struck on the wrist by a pitch in the first inning. He
flubbed a tough backhand grounder for an error in the third. He ended
his soggy day 1-for-2 at the plate, with an RBI single. When he struck
out in the sixth, he was jeered by a vocal, impertinent minority in Flushing.
This isn’t new anymore. The knuckleheads in the stands have started
booing Wright with alarming regularity. Less than a 10th of the way into
a fresh season, Met fans are razzing their best position player because
they need a target, any target, and because Omar Minaya is never included among the pregame lineup announcements.
I know they’re entitled and that they need an outlet for their rage, but you just don’t see fans booing a team’s best player outside of New York. I think that says much less about what’s appropriate or not and much more about the New York fans’ sense of entitlement and rage.
But whatever you think about this subject, I’ll grudgingly grant that reasonable minds can disagree about booing Javy Vazquez. Anyone who boos David Wright in Citi Field, however, needs their head examined.
For a few days, it looked like Aaron Judge was finally hitting his stride in the postseason. He was still striking out at a regular clip, piling more and more strikeouts atop the 16 he racked up in the Division Series, but he was mashing, too. He engineered a three-run homer during Game 3 of the Championship Series, followed by another blast and game-tying double in Game 4. His one-out double helped pad a five-run lead in Game 5, while his 425-footer off of Brad Peacock barely made a dent during a 7-1 loss in Game 6. And then Lance McCullers‘ curveball found and fooled him, as it did five of the 14 batters it met in Game 7:
The strikeout was Judge’s first of the evening and 27th since the start of the playoffs. No other major league batter has racked up that many strikeouts in a single postseason, though Alfonso Soriano’s 26-strikeout record in 2003 comes the closest. Within that record, Judge also collected three golden sombreros (four strikeouts in a single game), narrowly avoiding the dreaded platinum sombrero (five strikeouts in a single game).
It’s an unfortunate footnote to a spectacular year for the rookie outfielder, who decimated the competition with 52 home runs and 8.2 fWAR during the regular season and was a pivotal part of the Yankees’ playoff run. Thankfully, the image of McCullers’ curveball darting just under Judge’s bat won’t be the image that sticks with us for years to come. Instead, it’ll look something like this: