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How Sweep It Is…
The Yankees win, a breeze is blowing, the smell of freshly cut grass wafts through the air (thanks Poppadukes), and there’s not a care in the world for us Yankee fans, except the Blue Jays can’t beat the Red Sox to save their lives. Oh well.
All was well today in the Bronx. The offense was there, the defense was there, even the pitching was there… well, for the most part. But I’ll get to that a bit later.
Offense, offense, offense. You are so good to your fans. Jeet’s with 2 more hits. J-Dames with a 2-run pop (then a calf cramp… wompwomp). MelkMan delivering an RBI double. JHJ with a pinch-hit sac-fly to pad the lead. And, last but certainly not least, The Teixecutioner, with a 4 RBI afternoon including a 3-run shot in the 7th. All of this glorious offense added up to a very sweep – I mean, sweet, hehe – 8-3 win.
Now, back to the pitching. Joba & The Rules [who will never have a #1 hit on the Billboard Charts] performed at the ballpark in the Bronx today. He’s
on an innings limit, so he only went three. He threw 35 pitches. I
don’t even know what to say about this. Just let the kid friggin’ pitch! I wish they’d stop babying him, but maybe I don’t know what I’m talking about. Who knows. I’m 18 years old. I hardly know everything about the game. But from what I do know, it was never this bad back in the day. Pitchers pitched and didn’t piss and moan – neither did managers or coaches or what was ever considered “the front office”. I mean, I don’t think Joba is the one pissing and moaning but you get what I mean. I just hope that once he gets over this whole “having-an-instruction-manual” phase that everyone will just shut the hell up. There, I said it. I’m sick of hearing about the “Rules”. They’re pretty whack. (Okay, forget the “I don’t even know what to say about this” line… 
)
Rant over. As for the rest of the pitching staff, we found Waldo Phil Hughes again! What a treat! I feel spoiled, like I’m at a fancy restaurant without having to pay my share. Like Veruca Salt, even… LET THE GUY GET SOME INNINGS, CHEESE AND RICE! (Okay, maybe the rant wasn’t quite over. Mybad.)
Whew. That was no knock at Phil Hughes. He’s the man – The Dude, even. He was perfect, as was Damaso Marte for the one out he got. David Robertson? Not so much, but no runs allowed. A- and a gold star for him. Phil C[h]oke? Allowed yet another homerun, but who’s counting? *cough 9 cough*
Whatevs. They came, they saw, they swept. I shouldn’t complain. The day is nice, only 14 more days ’til I’m cheering my guys on in person, and this beats the last Chicago series by a longshot. That’s essentially all that matters at this point. 6 games up, still the best record in baseball. Definitely not a bad place to be. =)
Later bloggeroos!
Ser-Ser-Sergio
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Dayum. What a game, huh?
And the offense? Well that was certainly a sight too. I certainly wasn’t expecting a shutout from Contreras, but I liked how things turned out. Everybody except Hinske [who pinch hit for Matsui] scored a run. A-Rod had two, including his 23rd homer of the season. Jeter’s still closing in on Gehrig – he had 3 hits today. Excuse me while I put on my shocked face. Last night’s hero had 3 hits and an awesome play in the field – and NO runners left in scoring position! =O JHJ was the difference-maker, however – his double gave the Yankees all the runs they really needed. The whole original offensive lineup contributed today. That’s something any baseball fan in general likes to see.
I don’t know what else could be said. It was nearly perfect. A 10-0 Yankees win. One-hit shutout. I’m actually having a hard time thinking of something to say matter-of-factly to put this win in perspective. The Power of Positive Thinking™ has avenged itself today, once again! =D
Side note: I have tickets for September 13 in my possession. Fifteen days and counting. I AM SO EXCITED.
As for tomorrow, I’m feeling a sweep in the air. Brooms out, everybody!
Peace out blog scouts!
Don’tcha Know?
Just when it seemed we were gonna get the raw end of the deal, an unlikely hero emerged… Only one man dared to challenge [the White Sox] power… HERCULES ROBBIE.
Robinson effin’ Cano, don’tcha know? Well, I don’t think any of Yankees Universe did at the time he stepped up to the plate with 2 outs in the bottom of the 10th. A simple base hit would have done the trick, but he did better by crushing his first ever walk off home run to make the final score 5-2. He still managed to leave 4 runners in scoring position before his last at-bat. This may not completely redeem him, but it did for tonight at least.
As for CC Sabathia, he beasted it, as usual. He went 7 strong only allowing the two lone Chicago runs and striking out 10. It’s too bad he didn’t get the decision. But thankfully he was the stopper, as he has been lately.
So, why did I allude to the idea that the Yankees would get the “raw end of the deal”? Well, because Joe Girardi (in his infinite wisdom) decided on Hughes for the 8th, Rivera for the 9th, and Brian Bruney for the 10th. Why he couldn’t extend Hughes or Rivera is beyond me… Bruney is just not trustworthy at this point. He gets through by the skin of his teeth half the time, and it’s scary. He was pretty good tonight, which was nice.
Mark Buerhle continued his struggle against the Yankees, allowing a leadoff home run from Deej and another solo pop from J-Dames in the 3rd. The Sox bullpen was pretty good after those 2 runs though. Three scoreless innings after Buerhle left the game. Good thing Williams wasn’t so impenetrable.
Bottom line: Yankees win and I [along with many others, I'm sure] can rest easy. They escaped the [heavy] rain and a loss in style. Let’s see if the rain is kind enough to hold up for enough of tomorrow’s game. I loathe rain delays. I also loathe how rainy this entire year has been. Just stop already, sheesh. Until tomorrow, bloggers and bloggerettes!
Deuces!
A One-Star Performance
Well, another forgettable game, I think. One inning really set the table for the rest of the game. How irritating. AJ Burnett was absolutely cruising – a man possessed, if you will – and that g’damn fourth inning ruined him completely. The man gave up two hits – TWO – and he ended up with a loss. How does that happen, you ask? I’ll tell you. A couple of walks and a home run later, the Yankees were down 3-2. They couldn’t recover.
Believe me, I’m not placing the blame solely on AJ. Lord knows he tried. It just sucks that he can unravel faster than a dropped roll of Bounty® paper towels. Other than than stupid inning he pitched fantastically. The offense just was not there. Tex was the only reason for the 2 runs the Yankees had. Thank God for him otherwise they would’ve just looked completely anemic – so much so that even El Capitano didn’t even have a hit. Now that is saying something.
The YES-casters said it best: AJ’s like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, and you never know when Hyde is going to show up and wreak havoc. Acting is not your forte, AJ. You are not Spencer Tracy or Frederic March. You cannot pull both sides off like they can. Stick to Jekyll for now, before the potion. This cannot keep happening. Hyde must leave the building and never be allowed to return. Period. Got it AJ? I hope so.
Until next time…
That’s the Way, Uh-Huh, Uh-Huh, I Like It
Alright, definitely not a game to complain about. We did get the win, after all.
Granted CC struggled a bit, giving up 10 hits and 5 runs, but he did go 7 innings and ended up with the W on his record. Lucky for us Chicago’s pitching sucked more… And our offense actually attended the game today! What a treat!
We beat up on Buehrle from the get-go. Tell me how we can manage to do that, but not hit the crap out of DJ Carrasco. Baseball is so weird sometimes. Today was a good weird though. I was incredibly shocked to see Buerhle give up the offense so quickly. I figured CC would get the boot faster than Buerhle did for how he was pitching, but like I said, baseball is weird sometimes.
And Melky, Melky, Melky. What a guy, huh? Four-for-five with the first cycle for the Yankees since ’95 when I was a wee lass. Hard to believe he didn’t get the centerfield job right off the bat, ain’t it? Well, he’s certainly okay in my book. [wink]
Plus, Swish finally gave Chicago what was coming to them. He left his thoughts in the clubhouse and straight up contributed without doing too much. What more can you ask for? Everyone except the pinch-hitters/runners joined the hit parade today (which doesn’t necessarily matter), Mariano got his 30th save this season, and everything was clicking the way it should be (if you take CC’s shakiness out of the equation). All in all it was a decent game.
The Yankees needed this game desperately after their dismal performances the past few games. The day off tomorrow is well-deserved and definitely necessary. Hopefully Andy has checked fully out of July and will enter August mode smoothly. And hopefully Roy Halladay will be too mad at the Blue Jays to want to pitch well. Just kidding, he’s definitely not that kind of guy, but still. I’d be pretty mad too if I was in his shoes.
More positives: I’m off from work until the 11th [celebratory dance] which means I can watch games live for once! Woop-woop!
Well, I guess I can just sit back, relax, and revel in the win. No use getting anxious over what’s to come… at least until tomorrow. =)
Peace out blog scouts!
Thank You, Jim Croce, For This Heartbreaker
Is the baddest part of town
And if you go down there
You better just beware
Of a man named Leroy Brown
Now Leroy, more than trouble
You see, he stand about 6-foot-4
All those downtown ladies call him “Treetop Lover”
All the men just call him “Sir”
And he’s bad, bad Leroy Brown
Baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than a-old King Kong
Meaner than a junkyard dog
Now Leroy, he a gambler
And he like his fancy clothes
And he like to wave his diamond rings
Under everybody’s nose
He got a custom continental
He got a El Dorado too
He got a .32 gun in his pocket for fun
He got a razor in his shoe
And he’s bad, bad Leroy Brown
Baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than a-old King Kong
Meaner than a junkyard dog
Well Friday, ’bout a week ago
Leroy, shootin’ dice
And at the edge of the bar
Sat a girl name o’ Doris
And oooh that girl look nice
Well he cast his eyes upon her
And the trouble soon began
Leroy Brown had learned a lesson ’bout-a-messin’
with the wife of a jealous man
And he’s bad, bad Leroy Brown
Baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than a-old King Kong
Meaner than a junkyard dog
Well the two men took to fightin’
And when they pulled them from the floor
Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle
With a couple of pieces gone
And he’s bad, bad Leroy Brown
Baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than a-old King Kong
Meaner than a junkyard dog
And he’s bad, bad Leroy Brown
Baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than a-old King Kong
Meaner than a junkyard dog
…And now that I’ve killed the comedy, g’night everybody!
I’m sorry about all that. My evil twin [looks around nervously] decided to take over for a hot second. But I am back and ready to be normal-ish! [again, looks around nervously]
Another pitchers’ duel. Were you as thrilled as I was, Jane? I bet you were! LOL.
Did anyone else’s heart and/or brain shatter with that comebacker off of Wise’s bat? I’m pretty sure mine did. So frustrating. Even after getting leather on it, the ball still caremed into center field. I wonder what the MPH on that baby was. Andy did so well up until the 7th. This is his second start where it was going good and then not so good. It was weird to see him mess with the coolers since he never does such things. (I will admit that I giggled a little because he fixed it afterward) I hope he gets out of this July-induced funk.
Gavin Floyd was ridiculous. He hardly made a mistake. And ten strikeouts? Really? I’m not sure if he’s Leroy Brown or the jealous man in this situation. I guess he’s whoever came out more unscathed. Jim Croce would know. Too bad he’s not here so we can ask. Hope you’re resting peacefully now, Jim. Michael Kay will (God-willingly) no longer slaughter your beloved record and cause music lovers (i.e. myself) to slam their heads against a wall.
Anywho, I nearly regurgitated my left lung when Swisher hit that homer. It was similar to how I was feeling as I rode Nitro. I admit, I thought he wasn’t going to settle for the Hat Trick and instead go for the Golden Sombrero, but he did one (or maybe a few) better. He lined the crap out of the ball. 2-2 tie – I’m thinking magical comeback and therefore massive parade around my house, but alas, it was not meant to be. [sigh]
On the plus side, Hughes kept up his scorelessness. [thumbs up + dopey grin] I think it was good to get him some work after a few days. Coke was doing fine up until that pesky Dewayne Wise person had to go and nearly amputate his hand. [thumbs down + annoyed frown] Ugh.
And now that I’ve released my anger, I can now look forward to tomorrow. Thank the Lord.
Okay well, I think this entry was long enough, don’t you? =) Bye-bye!
Back From Self-Proclaimed “Hiatus”
Sorry once again for the delay in posting something, but I was too busy doing this yesterday:
But anyway, I got home too late last night to catch all of the live game, so I stayed up for as long as my body would allow to watch the encore. I’ve gotta say, Joba was a sight to see. Eight innings of three-hit ball? One, that was better than his last outing, and two, if he’s moving on up to the east side, will we see a complete game for once in his future? I doubt it, but anything involving Joba is like the New York Lottery: “Hey, you never know.”
As far as offense goes, Tex + Robbie = happy day. 2 RBI apiece, 1 of each courtesy of the long ball. You can’t ask for much better since this has been the usual lately. It’s relaxing to know that the people you expect to produce are producing – and at a good rate at that.
This win puts us 3.5 ahead of Boston in the East. Can I get a what-what?!?!! I LOVE seeing that. I love hearing it too. I’ve purposely looked at the standings online numerous times because I just can’t get enough of it. Yes, I have a life… sometimes.
Today’s game brings the Chicago White Sox to the table. I hope Andy can get back to his winning ways. I’m kind of worried about this Gavin Floyd character. It’s nearly an even matchup as far as records and ERAs go, but they’re not always the reliable stats. I’m pretty sure it’s going to be a nailbiter.
Well, I’m off to go relax after a long day yesterday at the ever-so-wonderful Six Flags: Great Adventure. I’m pretty confident that Nitro gave me whiplash.
Later gators!
Perennial Pinstriper
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