Nobody Hates the Yankees More Than Me… But Damn, I Hate to See That. Oswaldo Cabrera Goes Down in Seattle.

This might go down as the most brutal baseball injury we’ve seen in a decade.

In the middle of a blowout, Yankees shortstop Oswaldo Cabrera tagged up from third on a sac fly. Julio Rodríguez made the catch and fired a bullet home. Cabrera overshot the plate—barely—and then suddenly stopped to try and tag for the run. The abrupt momentum shift caused a grotesque twist of the ankle. You could see it… or hear it… depending on the angle.

I missed the play live—sitting in a Tacoma bar while the Mariners were getting smoked. The other two TVs had blowouts in the NBA and NHL, so I wasn’t exactly glued to the screen. My guy—the security guard who moonlights as my sports, bar counter cohost—nudges me and points at the TV. There’s Cabrera, writhing on the ground. The Root Sports feed never showed a replay. So, like any semi-deranged sports fan, I jumped on Twitter/X.

Look, I hate the Yankees. Always have. But I don’t root for injuries. I root for heartbreak. For walk-off losses. For postseason collapses. I want Yankees fans emotionally devastated, not watching their shortstop get hauled off the field in an ambulance.

And that’s what made this one even crazier. An ambulance. On a baseball field. That’s rare. This isn’t football. There are no 250-pound linebackers launching themselves into your spine. Baseball’s not supposed to be a game where your season ends on a Monday in May tagging up from third.

But here we are.

From a lifelong Yankees hater… I genuinely hope Oswaldo Cabrera recovers quickly. I want to see the Yankees lose at full strength. And more importantly—I don’t want anyone’s career derailed by a freak injury like that.

Even the guys in pinstripes.