The Yankees’ 7-4 win over the O’s didn’t feature late inning heroics. In fact, it was already 6-0 by the end of the second. But it was their ninth straight “W” and second straight series sweep, and it had its share of drama nonetheless.
Joba struck out Roberts to begin the first, then Jones lined a comebacker off Joba’s knee. Ouwww. After two more batters, he left the game, limping.
His x-rays were negative, but still. I’m tired of the Orioles hurting my players even if they don’t mean to. Remember the slap I gave Guthrie last night? Well, here’s one for Jones.
Moving on, Alfredo “Ace” Aceves relieved Joba and threw three-plus scoreless innings for the win. Don’t ask me why he wasn’t left in there, considering that he was a starter in the Mexican League.
And why Albaladejo followed was a mystery, given that we had Brett Tomko available. Wasn’t Bombko supposed to be our long man?
Offensively, the Yanks continued to hit the ball hard. Four doubles in the first? No biggie. And Cano’s two-run blast in the second? So much for the slump I keep waiting for him to have.
With Damon sitting out the game with a sore neck, Robbie filled in nicely in the two hole. I’m wondering about A-Rod though. He went 0-for-4. Is he staying up too late partying with his new flame?
At least she’s his age, although he did promise he’d stay out of the tabs. I’ll be glad when Posada’s back in the lineup behind him because Matsui, despite tonight’s homer, isn’t scaring opposing pitchers.
And finally, although Aceves rescued the game, it was Mo who saved it in a seemingly effortless 1-2-3 of Jones, Markakis and Huff. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: the man is a deity.
I hope he rests up for this weekend’s series against Philly – and for the chance to help extend the Yankees’ streak to ten.
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I really liked the Yankees 8-2 win over the Blue Jays tonight. There was none of this whatsoever.
I hardly ever just sit back and relax during a game. But this win was in the bag – or felt like it. The Jays’ supposed phenom, Scott Richmond, who was pitching for the Edmonton Cracker Cats until he was signed by Toronto, didn’t make it out of the second inning. Why?
Gardner: home run
Here’s what was great about the offensive outburst….
* It came early.
* It came in bunches.
* It came against the type of pitcher we usually have trouble with.
* It came against a first-place team.
* It came from guys who were in the minors last year as well as marquee guys, including Damon, who continues to wield a hot bat – and a pair of happy feet.
It also gave Pettitte some breathing room. What was up with his three walks in the first?
No clue, but when I look at this photo I wonder why his arm doesn’t fall off. Ouwww.
Aceves did a good job when Andy was done after six, but Albaladejo?
He took the mound in the bottom of the ninth, then walked Bautista and Scutero and gave up a single to McDonald, loading the bases for Rios. A conference ensued, and Girardi got Mo up, which was weird. Ultimately, Rios grounded into a double play and the game was in the books. But seriously, like Veras and Edwar, Alba cannot be trusted, besides which he suffers from thunder thighs.
OK, they’re not that bad, but he should put himself on the Brian Bruney Diet.
After reading William C. Rhoden’s New York Times article about how old and decrepit the Yankees are, it was heartening to see so much production tonight from Gardner, Melky, Cano, Cervelli and Pena – none of whom is a day over 25. I’m not saying they’re the greatest players ever to put on the cleats, but they prove that the team isn’t quite ready for this.
Watching Wednesday night’s 8-6 win over the Tigers was like sitting through three different ball games.
In the first one, Joba couldn’t throw a strike, looked out of sorts and received a lecture in the dugout from Dave Eiland, who, as we learn from this photo, is a “close talker.”
In the second one, Joba regrouped and was lights out, allowing only three hits over seven innings.
On the offensive side, the Bombers teed off on Porcello (the Tigers’ starter, as opposed to some sort of specialty mushroom) and on Rapada (the Tigers’ reliever, not a pasta dish involving miniature broccoli). The barrage included hits, walks, a couple of homers by Swisher, even a stolen base by Posada. Before I knew it, the score was 8-1 and I could sense that Yankee fans everywhere were yelling, “Par-tay!”
In the third game-within-the-game, Albaladejo came on in the ninth and couldn’t figure out that his job was to finish off the Tigers. Why was he even out there?
“Mo should be pitching!” I yelled at Girardi through the TV. “I know it’s not a save situation, but he hasn’t been on the mound since last Friday when he gave it up in Boston! He’s probably rusty! He needs the work!”
Joe must have heard me because Mo suddenly appeared. “I meant at the beginning of the inning, not now!” I shouted at the skipper. “You didn’t give him enough time to warm up!”
In stepped Granderson, who smacked a three-run homer to bring the Tigers to within two. Great. Was it possible that they would rally for more? That the Yankees would lose what had seemed like a mercifully easy contest? That my entire night would be ruined?
I was pretty agitated as I jotted down the score. And then… I remembered. I wasn’t just keeping score. I was keeping score with the Magic Pen!
I gripped the pen tightly and told it to use its powers. Well, you know the rest. Polanco and his melon head flied out, and the Yankees did win.
I bet Kim Jones interviewed Nick Swisher as the player of the game, but to me the one responsible for the “W” was the Magic Pen.
And so I interviewed it. Here’s my exclusive.
It’s not that I think Brett Bombko is such a catch. But why wasn’t he put on the Yankees’ roster? He could have eaten innings and performed the kind of public service that would have avoided over-using the pen in tonight’s 15-5 drubbing by the Rays.
Instead, the game took on a circus atmosphere right from the start.
The way he was getting pounded, batter after batter, reminded me of…Well, just watch and you’ll see what I mean.
After he departed in the second inning, Albaladejo, Edwar and Coke did their best imitations of circus acts too.
Not that it was just the pitchers who looked clownish.
Cody Ransom lost a ball while staring up into Tropicana Field’s dome, apparently entranced by its unique beauty.
Cano and Pena (Ramiro, not Carlos) put on a show of their own following a Navarro pop up
in the manner of these two.
And for the grand finale, Nick Swisher entertained the crowd by pretending to be a pitcher
in much the same way that a mime entertains the crowd by pretending he can’t speak.
Swisher was a great sport and actually held the Rays scoreless – the feat of the night – but if I wanted to watch a circus I would have gone to see Cirque de Soleil.
Were there any bright spots for the Yankees during this humiliating exercise? No. Well, except that A-Rod was back with the team, and I brightened every time the camera found him in the dugout. I’m sure Ransom is a lovely human being, but I want the guy who hits 50 homers in the lineup.
As for the Rays, they did everything right tonight. But the player I’m intent on kidnapping in order to prevent him from having his way with my guys is him.
Upton is maddeningly good. He hits for power. He bunts for base hits. He steals bases. And he makes over-the-shoulder – yes, circus – catches. If he doesn’t show up for Tuesday’s game, it’s because he’s being held in a secure location.
The game tonight was like a dress rehearsal.
The full cast was there.
So was the stage manager.
And, of course, the theater was ushering in paying customers.
How did it go?
Without a hitch, despite occasional raindrops. The Yankees held back the Cubs 7-4, and a supporting player became a star. Yes, Cody Ransom, the understudy for A-Rod, belted a three-run homer off the left field foul pole and was instantly dubbed “C-Ran” by the adoring crowd.
Maybe it’s just me, but doesn’t he look a little like Clay Aiken?
Anyhow, there were a number of “firsts” during the inaugural performance at the new Stadium, even though the game itself didn’t count. Here are some that stood out for me.
* First Yankees hit: Derek Jeter (leadoff double).
* First Yankees unproductive at-bat: Mark Teixeira (stuck out swinging with Jeter on third).
* First Yankees homer: Robinson Cano (two-run jack in the second).
* First Yankees display of superhuman speed (Brett Gardner’s double).
* First bullpen by committee to hold the opposition scoreless (Mo, Veras, Ramirez, Albaledejo).
* First Yankees player-photographer: Johnny Damon (took pictures of himself in the dugout).
* First mention of Michael Kay’s large head (Paul O’Neill during the YES intro).
* First semi-joke (Michael Kay: “Having the old Stadium right there is like getting re-married and having your ex-wife living across the street”).
* First camera shot of empty field boxes due to economic downturn (two minutes into the broadcast).
* First shout out to attending celebrity (Paul Simon with unidentified companion).
* First use of new kitchen appliance (I roasted a chicken in my brand new oven).
I’m looking forward to another dress rehearsal against the Cubs tomorrow. Luckily, I have leftover chicken. If the Yankees win again, I’ll be eating it every day until they lose.