Calls For Volpe To Be Shipped To Scranton

Anthony Volpe used to be able to hit the fastball, but even that has become an issue.  And pitchers are now figuring Volpe out and are changing up selection and if that happens, it’s curtains for this young kid.  Reminds me strangely of Kevin Maas.  He lasted 5 seasons in the majors. This is Volpe’s third year. So… 2 more to go, I guess? This guy’s horrible. Off balance, not prepared, not seeing the baseball.  It’s kind of sad.

And so, I have an important question. At what point does “potential” expire?

For the Yankees, apparently never — especially if you’re Anthony Volpe, the golden boy they told us was the future of the shortstop position. A third-year pro hitting below the Mendoza line is still being sold to the fanbase like he’s the next Derek Jeter. But let’s be real: if this is the future, can we go back?

Let’s not mince words here — Anthony Volpe is hitting .198. And no, that’s not a typo. That’s the actual number. This is year three. The training wheels are off. The excuses have expired. And yet, the Yankees front office and manager Aaron Boone continue to gaslight the fanbase into believing that everything is fine because… he works hard?

That’s rich. You know who else works hard? The guy who delivers my Amazon packages in 98-degree heat. Doesn’t mean I want him playing shortstop in the Bronx.

Fans are fed up with this team.  I was talking to the guy I get coffee from in the city. Huge Yankee fan, he sees me this morning and goes, “They gotta ship Volpe to the minors.  He doesn’t know how to hit!” This is a passionate fan who uses the eye test to determine life… and he’s not wrong.  

Plenty of people are shouting about how the Yankee fans were sold a bill of goods. Volpe ain’t Jeter, hell, he ain’t Andy Stankiewicz either.  Hell, even Rafael Santana was a better player than this kid.

Volpe is batting .300 against fastballs this season — or so the numbers claim — but let your eyes do the scouting. How many times do we need to watch him swing through a high heater like it just evaporated mid-air? Pitchers have figured it out. He can’t hit anything that bends, breaks, or even flutters. He’s hitting .130 against breaking balls, and he hasn’t notched a single hit against off-speed pitches. None. Zero. Nada.

That’s not a slump. That’s a systemic issue. That’s a scouting failure. That’s a front office living in delusion.

So where is the accountability? Boone, in his usual “aw shucks” postgame monotone, keeps praising Volpe’s “work ethic.” Great. But Major League Baseball isn’t a summer camp talent show — it’s about results. You can work as hard as you want off the field, but if you’re striking out nearly 30% of the time on the field, something’s broken.

His 27.1% strikeout rate this season — paired with a career-high 28.3% overall — paints a picture of a hitter who’s either guessing wrong or just flat-out can’t make contact. And yet the Yankees, in all their infinite wisdom, have decided that this is the guy we should be building around.

And what about defense? Yes, Volpe has been steady with the glove. Credit where it’s due. His 6.7 bWAR over two seasons is respectable. But we’re talking about the Yankees. This isn’t Kansas City. You don’t get to start in the Bronx just because you can flash some leather. This is supposed to be the most demanding stage in baseball — and instead, we’re treating the shortstop position like it’s a developmental league for prospects who “might” figure it out.

Meanwhile, Oswald Peraza — the forgotten man — is over there wondering what he did to get ghosted. The kid can rake, plays a better defensive shortstop, and actually looks like he belongs. Give him a real shot and he’ll give you .260 with some pop and a cannon arm. Volpe can’t even hit .200.

We get this Volpe soap opera every night — the “he’ll get hot soon” narrative that’s been stuck on a loop since 2023. This isn’t just about Volpe anymore — it’s about a front office that’s completely out of touch with reality.

And maybe the most insulting part? They think we don’t see it. That we’re just going to sit here, chant his name, and pretend everything’s fine while he flails through another 0-for-4 night.

It’s not fine. It’s not close to fine. And no amount of Boone babbling about work ethic is going to change that.

Volpe’s time is up. Ship him out. He may still have a future — maybe a utility infielder somewhere, maybe even a late bloomer in a smaller market. But the Yankees don’t have the luxury of patience when it comes to the most important position on the diamond.

Oswald Peraza is waiting.

Maybe it’s time the Yankees stop playing favorites and start playing to win.