Here’s how many singles the Yankees had in tonight’s 4-3 victory over the Twins: eight. And here’s how many home runs they had: zero. Is it possible that the Bombers are playing (gasp) small ball?
For the second game in a row against Minny, they scratched out infield hits along with the occasional hard liner and even a couple of doubles. But that was it for the offense – and it was all they needed, thanks to AJ.
He may have been wild and crazy.
I mean, he threw three wild pitches (plus a few others that were questionable) and made Posada chase balls like a puppy digging around in the dirt.
But he was effective when he needed to be, going six-plus, allowing only two runs and getting outs in big spots from Morneau (in the third), Cuddyer (in the fifth, with bases loaded) and Span (in the sixth, with two on). In other words, he pitched out of jams.
The Yanks’ defense had an eventful evening. It appeared that everybody was having trouble seeing the ball at the Metrodome. Cano struggled before making a catch. A-Rod seemed dumbstruck by a nubber. Damon looked downright helpless in left field, waving his arms around as if he were swatting midges.
And Swisher? What was up with that little hop/skip he did on Crede’s fly to right in the second?
It was just Swish being Swish, but Girardi wasn’t amused and expressed his displeasure in the dugout during the changeover. It probably didn’t help Swisher’s case that he accidentally mistook his speed for Brett Gardner’s and tried to stretch a single into a double in the eighth.
No harm done. It all ended well for the Yankees. For me, too. At the sight of him, I’m a happy fan.
After tomorrow’s finale against the Twins, it’s on to Los Angeles of Anaheim of California of the United States, where the Yankees will face the Angels. I got tickets for Saturday’s game, so I’ll be at Angels Stadium watching. I hope I see a win. I also hope I don’t snap when I glance up at the Jumbotron and see this.