Bleeding Yankee Blue Appreciates The Love. Thank You.

Look, I’ll be honest with you—because that’s what we do here at Bleeding Yankee Blue. We don’t sugarcoat. We don’t chase clout. And we sure as hell aren’t tripping over ourselves like Jomboy Media, livestreaming our emotional meltdowns every time Aaron Boone pulls a starter too early. Truth be told, they kiss his ass, rarely attack.

This little blog of ours? It started from nothing—just a passion project launched in September of 2010, powered by equal parts caffeine, Yankee love, and a whole lot of sarcasm. And guess what? We’ve stayed grounded. No corporate sponsorships. No fancy studios. Just words, truth, and the occasional meme about Hal’s piggy bank.

So why do we keep doing it? Why take the time to write and edit and publish when we could just scream into the Twitter void like everyone else?

Two reasons:

Reason One: I genuinely like to write. Since this blog’s humble beginnings, I’ve taken my writing from “meh” to “damn, that’s pretty sharp.” I’m proud of that. This isn’t just fanboy rambling—it’s storytelling with a pulse, with purpose.

Reason Two: I do this with Jeana Bellezza-Ochoa, and together we pour our love into this blog—not just for the Yankees, but for the players. The guys who lace up their cleats every day. We root for them. Not the manager (who, let’s face it, couldn’t strategize his way out of a paper bag). Not the front office, which appears to be more into profit margins than parades.

Because let’s be real: the Yankees brand is untouchable. They could trot out a team of circus clowns and still sell out the Stadium. Why? Because they’re worth $8.2 billion. That’s billion with a “B.” Winning? Optional. Making money? Guaranteed. So if you’re Hal Steinbrenner, why rock the yacht?

But hey, despite all that, here we are—still typing, still caring, still yelling into the void with a purpose. And here’s the best part: people are actually listening. My writing has been picked up, quoted, even reposted. The circle of media life, baby. For years I’ve referenced other publications—now they’re returning the favor. It’s weird. It’s awesome. It’s… kinda cool.

So thank you. Seriously. Every time a quote gets picked up, or a post gets shared, it’s another reminder that this little hobby of ours still resonates. We’re not trying to change the world—we’re just trying to make sense of it, one sarcastic post at a time.

Below is just a taste—a highlight reel, if you will—of some recent stories where Bleeding Yankee Blue has been quoted. Take a peek. 

Newsweek:  Yankees $8.6 Million All-Star Closer Compared to ‘Failed Science Project’

“Robert Casey, of the Bleeding Yankee Blue blog, wrote on Wednesday that Yankees fans’ patience with Williams was already wearing thin.

“Is it safe to say the Devin Williams experiment is starting to feel more like a failed science fair project? You know, the kind where the volcano doesn’t erupt, the judges smile politely, and your mom says ‘you tried your best’ on the drive home,” Casey wrote.”

“Robert Casey, chief writer for the popular Bleeding Yankee Blue blog, expressed his frustration with Boone in a post published Saturday.

“Aaron Boone is not just bad at his job. He’s a liar to the fans, a terrible master-wanna-be of spin, and the most unqualified manager in New York Yankees history,” Casey wrote, leaving little to interpretation. “Yeah, I said it. He’s worse than Stump Merrill. At least Merrill didn’t insult our intelligence. Boone walks around acting like he’s operating at some high level of strategic genius when, in reality, he’s just guessing—and guessing wrong.”

“Now, the popular Yankee fan blog “Bleeding Yankee Blue” might have a solution that would allow Rizzo to split the difference — come back to the Yankees in the dual role of “player-coach.”

“Rather than seeing this as the end of Rizzo‘s journey, I think it could be the start of something pretty special,” wrote Bleeding Yankee Blue head writer Robert Casey. “Especially if the Yankees are paying attention. Picture this: The Bronx Bombers offer Rizzo a unique one-year deal, not just as a player but as a “Player-Coach Mentor.”