Tagged: Mets

Weak, Feverish And Delirious With Flu, Yanks Still Beat Mets

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The bug that’s been sweeping the Yankees’ clubhouse has now claimed nine victims among the players and coaches, including its latest, Johnny Damon.
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Hasn’t anybody heard of this?
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Or this?
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Or even this?
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The point is that even without Jeter, Damon and a full-strength Melky, Cano and Matsui, the Yanks made the Mets look like the ones who needed a blood transfusion.
AJ Burnett was as nasty as I remember him as a Blue Jay, inducing 10 Ks and allowing only one hit over seven innings. One hit.

Go ahead and pump that fist, AJ. You earned it.


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He was helped by impressive plays by Pena and two amazing catches by Melky, who robbed Murphy in the second and fifth innings.
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On the offensive side, the bats were again in evidence. Swisher’s solo shot in the third was really all the Yanks needed.
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But why not pile on with a few more runs in the sixth and send Redding, the Mets’ starter, to the showers?
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After Tex doubled…
A-Rod singled up the middle on the first pitch.
Cano doubled off the wall on the first pitch.
Posada smacked a three-run homer on the first pitch.
5-0 Yankees.
Bruney and Robertson set down the Mets in order in the eighth and ninth, and that was all she wrote, as they say.
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I realize that the Mets are playing without their big guns, except for Wright, but they have the same beaten down look the Yankees had last week. Maybe they need a visit from their GM, like we got from ours.
On the other hand, I’m perfectly fine with sweeping them Sunday night. Everybody has made such a big deal about how hard it is to hit homers at Citi Field, as opposed to the “bandbox” in the Bronx. So how come we’ve waltzed in there and hit four so far?
Because it doesn’t matter where you play. If you’re hot, you’re hot.

CC Ran The Bases And The Earth Moved

He threw 98 mph. He didn’t walk a single batter. And he struck out eight en route to the Yankees 9-1 victory over the Mets. He also had an RBI single and scored during the Mets’ error-filled meltdown in the second. I could feel the ground shake as he chugged home. He’s as big as The Fridge, isn’t he?
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Anyway, it was a masterful performance, marred only by Sheffield’s blast, and I hope he doesn’t catch the bug that claimed Jeter, the birthday boy, who was scratched from the lineup with a bad cough.
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Other than CC, the hero of the night was Brett the Jet, who is insanely fast and could probably win a race with this guy.
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Five-for-five with a homer, a triple and a stolen base? How hug-worthy was that?
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Damon continued to excel (great dive/slide on that catch of Cora’s pop up in the first). 
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Cano played good ball in spite of his various ailments. And Pena had a couple of doubles, subbing for Jeter. But how about A-Rod. He’s looked like a different player in the last few games. Maybe it’s the day off he had during the week or the hip that’s finally healing or the fact that Kate Hudson is following him around the country and bringing him luck instead of jinxing him.
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All I know is he made several nice plays at third and passed Reggie on the all-time home run list.
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I wonder why the Mets’ defense goes all loosey-goosey when they face the Yanks. That second inning was like a bloopers reel. Maybe it’s because of their lame old theme song. Here’s Bob Costas singing it. Not good at all.
P.S. I’m sad about Nady. I thought he’d have a big year for us. And now he’s done.
Goodbye, X-Man. It was fun while you lasted.
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My Favorite Kind Of Game: A Blowout

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So weird. The Yankees couldn’t do a thing against Nieve, who probably doesn’t even bother to dream about the Cy Young Award, and yet they absolutely destroyed Santana, whose Cy Young dreams have long become a reality.
Johan didn’t make it out of the fourth during the Yanks’ 15-0 thrashing of the Mets, and gave up a career high nine earned runs.
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The Mets’ relievers didn’t have much either, as Jeter, Damon, Matsui, Melky and Cervelli (love this guy) just kept piling on.
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But the star of the day was AJ.
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Except for a lapse in the third (two walks, bases loaded with nobody out – yikes), he threw seven sparkling innings of shutout ball and looked more like the guy who tortured us as a Blue Jay.
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Aside from his throwing error, the Yanks were crisp on defense too. I loved watching Sheffield try to take Jeter out on that double play. (Nice try, Gary, except that you’re old in baseball years.)
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In the seventh, Pena was in as Jeter’s replacement at short and flashed leather.
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Robertson and Hughes did a great job in relief and spared me from having to watch Veras, Coke or Aceves create a hair-raising experience.
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And then there was the Bruney/K-Rod pre-game fracas. Bruney was stupid to open his mouth in the first place about K-Rod’s celebrations on the mound. K-Rod was stupid to confront Bruney during batting practice today and allow the exchange to be caught on camera. Just shut up and pitch, people!
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I’m in New York, so I got to watch the game with my family – all Yankee fans. It was a nice capper to the weekend in Westchester before I head into the city for the rest of my trip.
My 92-year-old mother thinks I act like a crazy person when I watch baseball, but she let me turn the She-Fan Cam on her during our visit. Here she is. Does she look 92? I don’t think so, either.

What A Bore

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And what a fool I was. I thought there would be a carryover from the Walkoff Popup Game, and the Yankees would be so grateful for Friday night’s win that they’d come out smoking. Wrong. They came out like dead people.
Here, for example, is a photo of Andy Pettitte after he lumbered off the mound in the fifth inning, his mediocre performance over.
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Seriously, is it too much to ask that a Yankees starter not named CC Sabathia give us a quality outing? Is it?

And how about Aceves? Is anyone else over him? I mean, he served up a homer to the 100-year-old Sheffield.
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Now that I’m in New York for the week, I suppose I should I present myself at the Stadium on Sunday morning and demand that I take the ball against Santana. I can’t throw 95 mph, but even I’m better than what’s currently on the roster, aren’t I?
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I don’t know what to say about the offense. Yeah, A-Rod hit one out (barely), and Jeter knocked in another run in the seventh after Melky and Gardner singled. But please. They all looked like they were dying to get the game over with so they could go do this.
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I had a hunch the Yanks were in trouble when it was announced that they’d be facing a guy who hadn’t appeared in the majors in three years. A no-name pitcher always spells disaster for the boys in pinstripes, as if they couldn’t possibly review videotape or get a scouting report.
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But whatever. They lost to the Mets 6-2 and seemed as dreary and gray as the weather.
Still, there were moments of levity, thanks to the broadcasters.
We got to hear Joe Buck say: “It’s a wet day but a pleasant day.”
We got to hear Buck explain that the Mets are the first team with three Fernandos in the lineup.
And we got to hear Tim McCarver sing from his new CD.

To Luis Castillo With Affection

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Thank you for dropping A-Rod’s routine pop-up in the bottom of the ninth, with the Yankees’ chances for a comeback looking completely grim. Everyone thought tonight’s game was over, but you changed it all with your inexplicable screw-up. I will always love you, man. You’re beautiful.
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Who would have imagined it: a walkoff pop-up? And yet it happened, and the Yanks edged the Mets 9-8. Was it the ineptitude of the Mets’ second basemen or a little good karma after the lost weekend at Fenway?
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I don’t care. We won a game we had no business winning, and I’m glad. Hahahahaha.
But despite the hugging and celebrating on the field, the fact is the Yankees have major pitching problems.
Joba. Seriously. What were you thinking shaking off Posada like you’re a three-time Cy Young Award winner? Get over yourself and listen to your Hall of Fame catcher.
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Bombko. I knew you’d show your true colors one of these days. There’s a reason you’ve been on every team in the majors, and your ineffectiveness tonight proved why. You gave up four runs in the fifth. Not what we needed, guy.
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Mo. No, you’re not a problem, but you need help. You’re being forced to be your own eighth-inning set-up guy, and it’s just not going to work unless you clone yourself.
(Mo, the eighth inning set-up guy)
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(Mo, the ninth inning closer)
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On the positive side, nice job by Robertson in relief….More firepower from Tex….Clutch hitting by the Captain…Pretty solo shot by Cano…Happy Birthday homer by Matsui.
On the negative side, how bad is Gardner’s arm in center? Should we be worried about this? And what’s up with Swisher lately? Is he putting together a Bloopers reel?
But oh well. The Yanks won, and I’ll go to sleep happy for the first time in days.
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A Few Minutes With A Mets Fan/Yankees Hater

I was at a party last night and overheard a man named Jon talking about his love for the Mets. So I hurried over with my She-Fan Cam (could I be any more annoying) and asked him a few questions.

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I’ve never really been into the whole crosstown Yankees-Mets rivalry. I know I’m supposed to hate them, like White Sox fans hate the Cubs (or vice versa). The truth is, I don’t hate them. I don’t even pay much attention to them and never have, and the only time I actively root against them is if we’re playing them in an inter-league series.
So I often forget how much Mets fans despise the Yanks and show their anger.
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Just to remind me, here are a couple of clips with the Mets fan I met last night. As with many of his generation who followed the Brooklyn Dodgers growing up, he developed his Yankees hate early in life.
Am I too mature to have my heart broken? I think not.
Actually, Billy Martin was the Yankees’ manager five times, not three, but who’s counting.
But Jon brings up an interesting question. How much influence does the manager have over the “spirit” of a team? Should the Mets fire Jerry Manuel after having fired Willie Randolph? At some point, aren’t the players responsible for getting the job done?
Reminder: May 15th is the deadline for sending in your Flip Video contest entry. Note to the lucky winner: Don’t shoot a subject with bright light overhead as I did in the above clips. I’m still learning.
I’m also really hoping the rain holds up in the Bronx long enough to get tonight’s Yanks-Sox game in. I wouldn’t mind a little payback. No, a lot of payback.
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Opening Night At The Film Festival

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Since there was no real Yankees news, except that Freddy Garcia went to the Mets (does this mean we’re giving the #5 slot to Hughes outright?), I went to the movies.
Tonight was opening night of the Santa Barbara Film Festival, and the Arlington Theater was packed for the kick off to the 10-day event. After a red carpet entrance by several stars, including local resident Jeff Bridges (my husband once saw him in the drug store buying….well, it wouldn’t be right to say),
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the crowd settled in for the first film to be shown. It was “Nothing But The Truth,” a political thriller about a journalist who gets thrown in jail when she refuses to reveal the source of her headline-making story.
She’s played by Kate Beckinsale.

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Her lawyer is the always-reliable Alan Alda.
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And the meanie federal prosecutor is Matt Dillon.
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I wouldn’t say I was on the edge of my seat during this one – I glanced at my watch maybe two or three times; never a good sign – but if you’re in the market for a decent rental down the road, this movie would work.
Tomorrow I’m looking forward to “Sugar,” the baseball movie I’ve been telling you about. But in the meantime, here’s the trailer for “Nothing But The Truth.”

Sending Good Thoughts to an Ex-Yankee

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I’m a big fan of Doug Mientkiewicz – so big that I finally learned how to spell his name. 
He played a stellar first base when he was with the Yankees in 2007. He missed a chunk of the season following a collision with Mike Lowell at Fenway, but he came back strong in September and was one of the reasons the Yankees squeaked into the playoffs.
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Maybe you remember him with the Twins, where he began his pro career.
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Or with the Red Sox, where he won the championship in ’04 and ignited some controversy after making the final out.

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 He was with the Mets in ’05, although it was an injury-plagued season for him.
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He moved to KC in ’06 for a stint with the Royals
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before joining the Yanks and flashing some leather. (Loved the crouch, loved his hustle, loved that he always got his uniform dirty.)
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When I was writing my book, Doug was candid and helpful and an all-around nice guy. I was hoping Cashman would bring him back in ’08, but the Yankees went with a parade of defensive replacements for Giambi that included Wilson Betemit, Shelley Duncan, Morgan Ensberg, Richie Sexson and Cody Ransom (not to mention Damon and Posada).
Instead, he signed with the Pirates and provided a stable, veteran presence in Pittsburgh.
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In August, he received a phone call with terrible news: His wife Jodi – his college sweetheart and the mother of their young son – had collapsed. Jodi needed heart surgery and a pacemaker, and Doug went on bereavement leave so he could be by her side.
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I spoke to Doug today. He said that Jodi had to undergo another operation but is doing okay. He also said that he’s had an outpouring of support from friends, players, even Joe Girardi.
“I don’t know him from Adam, but he took the time to call.”
Speaks well of Girardi, don’t you think?
I asked Doug, a free agent, if he’s had any job offers. He hinted that he’d love to play for his old manager out here on the west coast.
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Will it happen? He said he usually gets signed in January when clubs start looking for backup. Here’s wishing him and Jodi a Happy and Healthy New Year.

Buried in Pinstripes?

Today’s NY Times has an editorial announcing that Major League Baseball has said yes to caskets! To be more specific, MLB has authorized team logos on a line of caskets for fans who want to take their team with them to heaven (or wherever).

Courtesy of the Branch Funeral Home in Smithtown, Long Island, here’s the Yankees model.
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Nice, huh? I’d want to be wearing my Mariano Rivera jersey, Yankees sweatpants and the cap with the N-Y in rhinestones, of course. And I’d hope to God someone positions me with my arms around my Derek Jeter bobble head doll. (I’d better put that in my Living Will.) 
What’s the price for eternal fandom, you ask? $5,000. Pretty stiff, if you’ll forgive the pun.
Are you a Mets fan? Here’s what your chariot to The Next Life will look like.
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If you love baseball (stupid of me; you wouldn’t be on this blog if you didn’t), these MLB caskets are way better than, say, the garden-variety item they call “The Princeton,” even if it is solid mahogany.
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So stop what you’re doing today, go straight to your local funeral parlor, whip out your wallet and flash some leather. It’ll be worth it when your time comes.

On the Eve of the GM Meetings…

Let the spending begin!
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Oh, why not. Yes, it’s tacky to talk about money given the state of our economy, but I’m sick of people sniping at the Yankees’ big payroll. Never mind that the Red Sox, Mets, Angels, and Dodgers aren’t exactly penniless. I’m tired of pointing that out. Plus, it’s true that the Yankees have the deepest pockets now that some of those pricey contracts are coming off the books. We have sacks of money, in fact.
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In today’s NY Post Joel Sherman has some thoughts about how the Yanks could spend the dough. But the point I’d like to make to Cashman is…..Just spend it. It’s not coming out of our college tuitions or mortgage payments or shopping sprees to Neiman Marcus. (I know, I know. Palin is returning the clothes.) And we’re grownups; we’re aware that all the spending doesn’t guarantee us a championship and we can handle it if some of the deals are a bust. But for God’s sake, Cash, if you’ve got the green light to sign somebody good, sign him!
Over at the Sox and Pinstripes blog, Jeff (the Sox advocate) says he no longer fears the Yankees. He respects us; he just doesn’t quake in his boots at the sight of us anymore. My answer? We’re still the New York Yankees who won 26 World Championships and we’re proud. We wear our hearts on our shoulders.
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On the backs of our heads too.
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Even our highest paid player wears his pinstripes proudly.
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So be afraid, people. Very afraid.