The June Swoon narrative isn't landing in the Bronx this year. Down three of the lineup's biggest bats, the Yankees just dropped the hammer on the White Sox in a Tuesday night laugher, and the offense looks like it's getting deeper by the day. Cody Bellinger set the tone early, going lefty-on-lefty and putting one in the seats for his 11th of the season.
Bellinger ambushes a 96 mph sinker for a 2-run shot, his 11th of the year.
The Belli bomb had a celebrity audience too — Jalen Brunson and Josh Hart were in the building, which set up the night's best little Easter egg way later (more on that in a second). Volpe kept the line moving in the next frame, ripping a triple to plate Jose Caballero and stretching the lead to 3-0. The internal competition in this infield is real and it's working.
Volpe legs out a triple to score Caballero and push it to 3-0.
Then Caballero, who had been getting cooked earlier in the night for a questionable two-out bunt, atoned in the biggest way possible — a two-run knock off Sean Newcomb that blew the game open. And once the dam broke, Paul Goldschmidt put the exclamation point on it with a 349-foot, 100-mph laser. The man is unconscious right now and Hubbs is right to bow at the altar.
Goldschmidt cranks a 349-ft, 100-mph homer to bury the White Sox 9-3.
Jazz Chisholm Jr. piled on with his 10th of the year in the 7th to make it 10-3, because why not. This is what a team firing on every cylinder looks like — the bottom of the order producing, the resurgent vets mashing, and the kids in the middle competing for at-bats. The White Sox, for what it's worth, just took a series off the Dodgers, so this isn't beating up on a JV opponent. It's a real Yankees team playing real baseball.
And the cherry on top? Brunson and Volpe — both wearing No. 11, both faces of New York franchises — linked up for a dap in the stands that landed with absolute perfect pop. The 11s were in sync. 45-27. Keep stacking.