Freddy Garcia's face said it all. Despite trying to battle and stay composed through another terribly disappointing short outing Saturday afternoon, the veteran in his 14th major league season must know the end is near.
Once we, as fans, get beyond our own suffering and take a step back I think we all see a beaten man. It's hard to imagine a proud competitor taking the mound with absolutely nothing and even more than that, he knew he had nothing. When the splitter is supposed to be his go-to pitch, and it was barely tumbling and sitting about thigh to waist high over the plate, it was a certain recipe for disaster.
When it was time for the hook and Garcia had to hand the ball over, along with his own self-disappointment and emptiness, you could see A-Rod, Jeter and others expressing looks more of concern for a friend and teammate than the 6-1 deficit. Garcia is no schmuck. He gave the Yanks probably more than they expected last year, some of them coming at critical times. But, 2012 is a long way from 2011 and he is not the same guy. As he sat in the dugout staring off into the outfield as Clay Rapada wrapped up the 2nd inning I actually felt the pain that Garcia was trying to conceal. No one wants to experience such lack of effectiveness and have no answers to solve major league hitters the way he has experienced this season. In his mind we know he knows. Unfortunately, the end is near.
Garcia is 145-97 in 13+ seasons. Overall he has had a solid major league career. As much as we'd all like to criticize and vent frustration pointed at him, I say we let it go. If he still had the stuff to get the job done he would be doing that. It's obvious he doesn't any more. The Yankees front office is responsible for evaluating talent, putting people in a position to successfully handle jobs they are signed to do and, if someone gets injured or begins to fall apart like this, they have to make decisions and adjustments that will plug the **** temporarily buying time to implement a more permanent solution.