Richard Cucinotta

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Richard Cucinotta

Richard Cucinotta

@RichardCuc

Katılım Haziran 2013
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Eric Alper 🎧
Eric Alper 🎧@ThatEricAlper·
What's the best song about UFOs or aliens? 👽🎶
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Ryan Sampson
Ryan Sampson@RyanMSampson·
Yankees have struck out 45 times in 3 games so far in this series. Is that a good approach?
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Chris
Chris@Chris_NYY28·
🚨Rant on the Yankees shortstop situation🚨 The Yankees have completely botched SS the past 5 years, in every way. When the Yankees were in the peak of Aaron Judge and Gerrit Cole’s primes, they passed on every single FA SS option because of Anthony Volpe. Seager, Turner, Correa, etc. the Yankees passed on all of them. It was the Yankees who anointed Anthony Volpe as the savior. It was the Yankees who gave him the number 11, and made a spectacle of his call-up at the start of 2023. The Yankees should have simply signed Corey Seager and moved Anthony Volpe off SS before any of the last 4 years occurred. But alas, they did not. They then proceeded to give him opportunity after opportunity to be the guy. They stuck with him through injury, bad play, etc. Now all of a sudden in year 4 of his career when it’s abundantly clear to everybody the Yankees totally botched this situation, we’re putting out hit pieces on the kid? Now we’re making him out the bad guy? Anthony Volpe has been a failure, there’s no sugarcoating it. However, in the end I blame the organization more than Volpe for what has transpired. We should have never reached this point.
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Scott White
Scott White@CBSScottWhite·
A year ago, my LDL came in at 126, and I realized I couldn't eat like I was 17 anymore. Today, it came in at 76. I think I'll have a bowl of ice cream.
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Chris Kirschner
Chris Kirschner@ChrisKirschner·
The Yankees have struck out 28 TIMES in the last two games. That is ABSURD.
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Yankees Stats
Yankees Stats@ChrisCoop_·
The jazz/dj debacle was total apples to oranges? Jazz was a 30-30 star last year who grades out as a star across all facets of the game, DJ was clearly an aging vet far past his prime and couldn’t contribute a dam thing across ANY facet of the game. I have my preference for Cabby - let me make that clear. But up until yesterday, how could you look at their production, with honesty, side by side and say that’s a clear cut decision for Boone, let alone a situation similar to Jazz-DJ? That’s an absurd comparison
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Yankees Slut
Yankees Slut@yankeeslite·
Volpe v. Caballero is not an interesting debate in a vacuum. Rather, it’s a symptom of NYY’s confused/committee-based process. Someone held in AAA one month requires equal playing time the next. Too many priorities juggled. Last year, the Jazz/LeMahieu debacle.
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Earl Simmons
Earl Simmons@YankeesFanEarl·
Don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say the Yankees should fire Boone if he doesn’t have a strong week heading into the all star break.
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Eric Alper 🎧
Eric Alper 🎧@ThatEricAlper·
What’s one concert you missed that you still wish you’d seen?
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Richard Cucinotta
Richard Cucinotta@RichardCuc·
@RyanGarciaESM Would have liked to see Spencer against the Minnesota righties this weekend, plus he's a better fielder than Dominguez
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Ryan Garcia
Ryan Garcia@RyanGarciaESM·
Seeing people up-in-arms that Max Schuemann is here over Spencer Jones is weird to me. Jones did not display the kind of profile that would perform well in a vs LHP only role, and he doesn't bring half of the versatility.
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Gary Phillips
Gary Phillips@GaryHPhillips·
Asked about Anthony Volpe getting the start at SS and José Caballero being out of the lineup today, Aaron Boone noted it’s a day game after a night game and that Caballero has played “a ton.” #Yankees
Gary Phillips@GaryHPhillips

Aaron Boone was asked if he anticipates using José Caballero at SS more now that the #Yankees have some guys back from injury. "When we're whole, he'll play there," Boone said. "Anthony [Volpe] will play there some, obviously. Still take try and take advantage of his versatility where we can, but even in this stretch, there's been a couple days I've walked in and he's been a shortstop, and then something's come up with with a player, so we've had to juggle the lineup on the fly, but yeah."

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Richard Cucinotta
Richard Cucinotta@RichardCuc·
@pamsson @Zalman888 It's ashame they sent him down this weekend when they are facing three right handed pitchers. He is definitely a better outfielder than Dominguez.
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Randy Wilkins
Randy Wilkins@pamsson·
@Zalman888 He’s DH’ing today with a righty and they have Max in center. There are lanes for Jones. They don’t want him to have them. It’s an evaluation.
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Bob Ojeda
Bob Ojeda@BobOjeda19·
This story has laid largely dormant in my mind for 25 years. Never gone, but very hard to think about the horror of that morning and I’d rather not. This is my morning of September 11, 2001. At this point in my life, I am a pitching coach for The Brooklyn Cyclones, the Mets’ minor league baseball team. I have a sponsor’s softball game at our ballpark at 10 AM. My house in Jersey is about an hour drive away. I’m at my kitchen table having coffee, getting ready to head in at around nine. I put on the news. The traffic report mentions it’s a little heavy so I decide I’ll leave early. Just as I’m heading out the door the news breaks that a small plane appears to have hit one of the Twin Towers. I stopped to listen. The news reporter looks concerned and confused, but not panicked. It’s an unfolding moment and she’s keeping her cool. The look of disbelief was unstable; no answers, just confusion. She was trying her best, in her own way, to not create a mass panic. Whoever she was, she deserves a ton of credit, along with the other reporters who did the same thing. I head to my car and put on 1010 WINS. I decide to head up Route 36. There is a bridge that crosses the Shrewsbury River that allows a direct view to the city. When I get there, I’m in disbelief. There is smoke coming from the top of one of the towers, yet still no panic on the radio, just reporting of what is currently known. I call my daughter, who works in the city. I asked her where she is. She tells me she’s coming up the escalator from the bottom floors of the World Trade Center, exiting the subway. We stay on the phone. I hear the strain in her voice. Whatever has happened is not good and she is witnessing it firsthand. The radio does not betray the gravity of what happened. They are in disbelief along with all of us. I step on the gas, and race up 36. By now I figure I’ll turn left, head into the city, pick up my daughter, and then drive on to the ballpark in Coney Island. We get cut off on the phone. The confusion on the radio continues and escalates. She calls me back a few minutes later. “Dad, I just came up the escalator and there are people jumping out of the windows, there’s people jumping out of the windows.” I ask her how high they are jumping from, trying to get a feel for what is happening. I am not ready for what she’s about to say. “80 floors.” A second plane hits the other tower. This is a nightmare, and I begin to feel panic coming up within me. I take the Staten Island exit off of the parkway and approach the Outerbridge. I see cars stopped. Then the news comes over the radio. All bridges and tunnels are closed to the city. At the last possible moment, I turned off to the right and circled back down, heading back to my house. I’m doing over 100 miles an hour. I highly doubt a cop is going to stop me. I’m thinking, “What now?” I call my friend Lenny and say “I need your boat!” He asked me,“Where are you going?” I said, “To the city to get my daughter.” He’s well aware of what’s going on, and says, “I’m going with you.” I said, “No you’re not. I don’t know what I’m getting into. I don’t know what’s gonna happen. I don’t even know if I can get there but I have to try. I appreciate your offer, but I got it.” We plan to meet at his boat within 20 minutes. I pause going over the bridge on 36, take a look back, and it is beyond horrific. There’s people in those buildings and I hope one is not my daughter. I call my daughter back, thank God I get a hold of her, and let her know the plans. I tell her to stay at her office. “Stay there until I get there. Stay put!” I swing by my house real quick. I have an idea I’m probably gonna need my father's flag. He was an army veteran who spent time in Iwo Jima. I plan on hanging it off the side of the little boat. Hopefully that will let the authorities know I’m on the home team. I run in the house and remove it from the triangle box in which I keep it and head down to the marina. My friend’s there and insists on going. We jump in and off we go. Within minutes, a little comic relief. We need gas. Thankfully, there’s a fueling marina at Bahr’s Landing. We pull in. The young man working the pump was curious about where we are going. We fill up, he says good luck, and on our way. The radio is on. The news is still confusing but becoming clearer. Both towers have been hit. Both towers are on fire. We look at it. We see it in front of us, knowing we’re heading in. I call my daughter. I tell her I should be there within a half hour, if we lose contact, I tell her to make her way down to the ferries evacuating people off the island. “Get to the top deck and look out to the open water. I’ll be in a small boat with grandpa‘s flag hanging off the side. Get to the top deck and wave and wave. If I see you, I’ll turn around and follow the boat back. If not, I’ll keep going.” We’re a few miles out from the Verrazano Bridge. At this point, I think it’s going to be a dead end. I can’t imagine there won’t be police and Coast Guard closing off from that point. Suddenly, a small biplane with wings painted red and white appears. It is flying towards us but very erratically. I have no idea what that was about. I have my daughter back on the phone. She finally arrived at her office on Wall Street. I tell her our ETA and then she feels something. The building shakes. “Dad, what was that?” I hear on the radio, which has made this whole scenario surreal. The radio has one report, my daughter has the live report, and we’re in the middle, trying to make sense of the whole thing…it’s impossible. You cannot make sense of this moment. I hear on the radio that the building collapsed, but I tell my daughter not to worry about it. It’s probably just all the trucks and everything rumbling around. I make up some nonsensical answer, and she was not in the mood to analyze anything. She was terrified. Still no Coast Guard or police boats. We keep going under the bridge. Smoke billowing in front of us. The smell is unimaginable. It just smells like burning everything. It’s an acidic, rancid smell. Heartbreaking. Because I know what it is. We’re beginning to approach Governors Island. I tell Lenny to stay to the right, we’ll go around and then go straight towards Pier 11. So far, everything is going according to plan, a plan that is being made up as I go. I’m looking at the smoke, the haze and everything and I’m in disbelief. My mind makes up that the tower is still there. “I can see the tower Lenny, can you see the tower?” “I can’t see it.” “It’s right there.” But it wasn’t there. It was gone. It was a pile of rubble. Confirmed by the papers, worksheets and everything flying through the air over our heads. Literally, pieces of paper. Pieces of paper that somebody sitting at their desk was working on an hour ago are now floating through the air, as well as the poor soul who was doing the work. We’re around Governors Island and then, the inevitable. A small Coast Guard boat, that looks like a red inflatable boat, makes a B-line right for us. Machine gun mounted on the bow. I stand up on our bow and I’m frantically waving my father's flag that I’ve tied to the side of the boat. They come racing up in a no nonsense mood, helmets, guns, everything pointing right at us. They come right up next to our boat. “Where are you going?” “I’m going to pick up my daughter.” They turn, have a short conversation, I don’t know what’s gonna happen, then they turn back to me and say “Go ahead.” I could’ve fallen over. I call my daughter again and thankfully get through and tell her head to the water. I’m coming up to Wall Street now. We head for the pier and pull up. lt’s kind of bouncy because of all the tugboats loading people on and getting them off the island. It was organized chaos but it was organized. I have so much respect for the men and women who handled that without panic. We pull up next to the pier. It’s about a 5- or 6-foot reach to the railing. I grab it. I’m holding on, ready to let go, throw my leg over the railing, and Lenny yells, “Don’t let go!” “Why? What’s the matter?” The engine died. This is great, I’m this close and I’m gonna fall in the water. I’m holding on with one hand on the boat and the other on the railing, being stretched like I’m in a torture device. Between the current and the bouncing, I don’t know how I stayed up. The longest 30 seconds of my life when he goes, “OK, OK. I got it.” I let go of the boat and climb over the side. I tell him to circle around right here. I’ll be back. I begin to run up Wall Street. Unbelievably the first police officer I see on shore is from my hometown. He is directing people to the massive tugboats and the ferry boats getting people off of the island. He sees me and asks what I’m doing there. I explained to him that I’m going to get my daughter. He says good luck, I’ll see you at home. Seconds later, strangely, an older lady comes up to me and says, “Excuse me, aren’t you Bobby O?” “Yes I am.” “Oh, I just love you. You are so fun to watch.” Then her son, who understood the gravity of the situation, says, “OK mom, come on, we gotta go.” I thanked her and her son and went on my way. Can’t make that stuff up. I continued making my way up Wall Street. Incredibly, there’s my daughter coming down. It’s like a miracle. It’s a miracle in front of my eyes. I grab and hug her. We head back down to the water. We get to the water’s edge where the railing is, she looks down. Lenny has pulled up by then and she looks down and I said “Look, you gotta jump. There’s no other way, you’ve gotta jump.” It’s probably at least a 5-foot jump down to the deck to a bouncing boat with a wet bow being pushed around by the current and choppy water. She looks at me one last time, looks at the boat, and jumps. She lands and rolls but she is fine. I look around one last time at the surreal scene of I don’t even know what to call it. I jump down, hug my daughter again, sitting in our seats. We turn and head back down home. No one deserves this to happen to them. This weekend, I am reminded of and send nothing but respect to the individuals, first responders, ferry and tug boat captains beside me, who organized amongst the chaos to help one another on a horrific day.
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Bobby Milone
Bobby Milone@BobbyMilone29·
Going to drop some positivity 1. Injured players will be returning in the coming weeks 2. The AL stinks....like Really Stinks 3. Cash made 7 deals last deadline, does he go all out this one 4. The Sept schedule is weak (They have TB at home for 4 games)
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