Yankees: 3 Players Who Are Definitely Losing Their Minds During Quarantine

Let’s face it — a true New York Yankees quarantine probably involves plenty of shenanigans.

After all, without a clubhouse to tweak and bother, at least a few of the 25 men on the roster are likely growing a bit stir crazy by now.

Hopefully, the 2020 season is raging on towards a defined start date, and a mid-June reunion can take place for a second Spring Training in Florida.

However, until that happens, it’s safe to assume these three Yankees clubhouse characters are losing their freaking minds.

3. Brett Gardner

We can’t see Brett Gardner handling the quarantine very well.

This was supposed to be it! Brett Gardner was coming back to the Yankees on a one-year deal for a potential swan song, hoping to secure the team’s 28th title (and his second) and disappear to a berry farm in Holly Hill, SC forever or something. This delay in gratification alone is likely enough to send Gardy into a frenzy, but not the good kind.

And see, that’s the thing. Banging your regular roof with a bat is a lot more destructive; we’re sure Gardner would rather be sending dugout plaster to the ground with reckless abandon.

Plus, without his teammates to tickle and get hot-headed at, we don’t think Gardy in isolation is getting the validation he craves right now. He’s probably a real ornery sum’bitch.

2. Luke Voit

Luke Voit’s forearms are probably the size of Peter Luger steaks, thanks (?) to quarantine.

Whatever amount of weightlifting Luke Voit is doing right now, it’s not healthy.

After a standout, All-Star-type start to 2019, Voit saw his campaign cut short by a hernia that sapped him of all motor functions. Quite literally, it took a shredded stomach to stop him. If you don’t think Voit was ready to channel that missed opportunity into making 2020 his humble servant, then you’re flat-out wrong.

But with no season to participate in, it seems likely Voit is diving back into making his exceedingly jacked frame even more jacked during his downtime. Real messed-up stuff. Hooking pulleys and cords to his forearms, trying to bend beams, cracking walnuts with his eyelid muscles, that type of stuff.

When Voit finally emerges from his cave, I don’t want to be the one to tell him he’s hitting seventh, as opposed to “all positions one-through-nine”.