Thank God For Jack Curry

Aaron Boone’s continued presence in the Yankees dugout is beginning to feel less like managerial stability and more like a practical joke gone on way too long. At this point, we’re not even calling for his job anymore—we’re just confused how he still has one. 

If baseball is a game of instincts, then Boone is playing blindfolded, dizzy, and using a Wiffle ball bat. Let’s start with the latest eye-roll-inducing blunder. Last night’s game. You probably watched it. Or threw something at your television during it. Devin Williams was clearly cooked, marinating in his own blown-save juices with the bases loaded, and Boone—true to form—stood frozen like a deer in a dugout. Two fresh, capable arms were hot and ready in the bullpen like Domino’s pizza and still… nothing. 

Boone just stared into the abyss and hoped for a miracle. Spoiler: the miracle didn’t come. Williams imploded, and the Yankees lost. Again. Because of Boone. Again.

I screamed. You screamed. And, gloriously, Jack Curry screamed in his true professional fashion on YES in the post-game. If Boone’s seat wasn’t already melting from the heat, Curry tossed another log on the fire. Bravo, Jack.

Curry questioned Boone’s decision to ride with Williams in a pressure-packed moment that anyone with a functional baseball brain could see was about to go sideways. Especially damning? Boone’s pregame comments, which sounded like he had zero intention of being aggressive with the bullpen. It was all very zen. Very “vibes-only.” Meanwhile, David Bednar—who was warm, ready, and actually effective—stood there like a fire extinguisher Boone refused to pick up as the kitchen burned down.

Curry, no longer content with nodding along like a YES Network hostage, said he “would’ve loved to hear an explanation.” Yeah, Jack. We all would. Unfortunately, Boone explanations usually include phrases like “gut feeling” and “he was throwing the ball good,” which translate to: “I didn’t know what else to do.”

The pressure is mounting. Boone’s tone in pressers is shifting from smug optimism to carefully rehearsed panic. He is being exposed. He knows it. We know it. The players probably know it. And guess what? It’s not just Curry anymore. When Derek Jeter and Alex Rodriguez—two guys who know a thing or two about winning—publicly voice their displeasure with the direction of the franchise, that’s not background noise. That’s Yankee royalty calling out the court jester.

Let’s be very clear: this team is not serious as long as Aaron Boone is running the show. You can’t expect playoff-caliber results when the man at the wheel insists on steering the car into traffic with a grin on his face. We’re past the point of “this is unacceptable.” We’re in full-blown embarrassment territory. This is egregious. This is shameful. This is Yankee baseball wearing a clown nose and trying to juggle flaming knives.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll scream it until I’m blue in the pinstripes: Good teams have great leadership. Full stop. Aaron Boone is not a leader. He’s an unliked mascot with a lineup card.

The Yankees are a rudderless ship. And until the captain walks the plank, we’re just going to keep circling the drain.

Thank you, Jack Curry, for questioning such a stupid manager and bringing it to light on a broadcast that pays you to talk about the Yankees. You did it professionally and yet, are very brave. I hope more start to follow your lead. Something needs to change.