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Haven’t Needed to Check Reality in a While

AJ_Ball.jpgIt’s true: Happiness does breed complacency. The busy season at work is breathing down my neck, but truthfully I haven’t been writing about the Yankees because I’ve been so satisfied watching them lately. (Let me be clear that this has nothing to do with being fair-weather, but more to do with the fact that I’m at my best when I’m complaining. Just asked my husband. He thinks it’s the greatest show on earth when I get up in arms about something.)

But, recently, with the Yankees, it’s been a big ‘ole love fest. Until last night.

I didn’t mind that they lost the last game in Seattle. It’s crappy luck when three pitchers all don’t have it on the same day. But last night was some lazy-*** ****. Things I did not like:

  • Managing to leave every man on base who got into scoring position.
  • Getting the feeling you get with a number-9 hitter every time A-Rod came up.
  • The atrocious double play A-Rod hit into with the bases loaded and maddeningly weak hacks by others
  • The swinging-at-the-first-pitch fest that had me tucked into bed at 12:15 a.m. I’ve never seen a Yankees game end that fast. 

(BTW – Derek Jeter is always exempt from these critiques in my world, mostly because he just keeps hitting the ball no matter what goes on.)
 
There are nights when you think your team ran into a buzzsaw. And then there are nights when your pitcher balks in a run and your offense looks like they’d rather be playing cards in the clubhouse. At least they didn’t have to tax the bullpen. It looked like it might happen in the fourth, but A.J. miraculously recovered his cool. The offense? Not so much.

Still, the Oakland A’s are no buzzsaw. We have the Angels and apparently the Rangers for that. So, pretty please, boys can we get the mojo back tonight? I know you’ll be okay in the long run but it’s best not to let the lazy become ingrained.

It’s Official: I’m Bad Luck

Saturday, Tim and I set off to the gleaming new palace in the Bronx at 7:30 a.m.  Our trip consisted of an uneventful drive to New Haven to pick up the new Yankee Stadium Metro North train. This is unquestionably the best thing they ever did. (And, after the game they have separate trains leaving for those who are only going as far as Stanford and those going on to New Haven, so no overcrowding. Bless you stadium planners, whoever you are!)

The Stadium itself is really a lot to take in all at once. Tim and I agreed that it is now an awesome place to see a game.

Before, it had the mystique but not the comfort. Here’s my sad little no-zoom-lens picture of Pettitte and Molina warming up:

Pettitte_Molina.jpgAnd speaking of comfort – Saturday was friggin’ boiling hot. It was brutal out there. We were in Section 205 in right field, right above the Utz Potato Chips sign. Nice view.

Stadium_View.jpgIn fact, we had a perfect view of the Swisher Salute during the roll call. I think Tim might have sprained his muscles from rolling his eyes so much. Then, just because it wouldn’t be a Yankee game for us unless Tim felt tortured, they played a montage of Swisher highlights on the enormous screen during the changeover in the middle of the first inning. Delightful. Here are two of the many Swisher fans in our section (I thought I would be in the minority):

SwisherFans.jpgAndy looked good through the first six. The game was flying by. Everything was going good (well, not everything. WTF, A-Rod???). And then, the wheels came off. Andy suddenly couldn’t throw a strike; they took him out in favor of Aceves. I have a lot of faith in Aceves, but on this day, it was not to be.

Now, it might have been something I said. Something that was not so nice. About the family of a certain senator from the great state of Massachusetts. I don’t even know why we were talking about that. But whatever it was, Tim said I was about to be struck down by lightening, and immediately Aceves started coughing up runs. Finally, David Robertson got the Yankees out of the inning. With a 6-1 deficit. Great.

At this point, Tim and I had spent our first-born’s college money on bottles of water. I had brought a travel-sized bottle of sunscreen, which was down to its very last bit. But I wasn’t going anywhere. I’m a ride-the-game-out-no-matter-what kind of girl. So, we baked in the sun some more, and I was rewarded with a two-run homer by Jeter that just barely went over the fence and a sweet right-field shot by Tex.

In the top of the ninth, Nomar Garciaparra came up to bat, and the fans booed him as they had been doing all day. Tim, once again, rolled his eyes. “He’s been on three different teams since his was a Red Sock, ” he said. “Well, they’ll stop booing him when you guys stop booing Johnny Damon at Fenway. Get over it.” (Note: I actually like Nomar. I don’t consider him part of the Boston teams that I have grown to hate.)

“Get over it” may have been a little too strong, considering my karma wasn’t that great at the moment. We did get to see Brett Gardner make two great catches in center field, but later found out he’d broken his thumb. The Yankees ninth-inning comeback didn’t materialize, and I was forced to ride the train back to New Haven with a smirking hubby. Here I am smiling before things took such a disappointing turn:

Kristin_Stadium09.jpgWhen we got home that night, I told myself that I was not going to watch the game on Sunday. I held to it for about an hour and a half after game time. I didn’t want my terrible karma to interfere with another Yankee win.

But soon curiosity got the better of me, and I turned on the tv….just in time to see Phil Coke give up the lead! Poor Phil Coke – I definitely have a soft spot for him. Thankfully, the Yankee bats came back this time, and Hughes, Bruney, and Mo tied the win up with a nice, neat bow. I guess three out of four isn’t bad. Next time I’ll be nicer in my thoughts about the Kennedys.

Delayed Reaction

First of all – who in the world does not love this man?

Mo_smile.jpg I know I’ve said it before, but it bares repeating that Mo is an impressive figure both on and off the field. He seemed confused by the fact that the Yankees would have him throw out the first pitch to last night’s game. Nobody else was confused – they all wanted to give him the standing ovation he deserves.

But I think I sort of had a delayed reaction to the 500th save and all the hoopla surrounding it. I actually got choked up last night with save no. 501. And not because I’m crazy or anything, but because I thought about watching this team in light of the way my grandfathers watched the team and my mother and father watched the team. They all had those players of mythical status that they could say they were lucky enough to watch play: Joe D., Mantle, Yogi, & Maris (my mom’s fave). Of the veterans on the current team, Jeter and Mo fill those spots for me.

I know things are different now. Players’ lives are de-mystified to the point where we have to separate liking the player from the person. But I’m glad I’ve had the chance to root for two old-school type players like them. I always wonder if my kids (should I have any!) will have the same kind of fan experience.

All right, enough sentimental girly stuff. On to a few tidbits that others have mentioned today, but I need to second:

  •   Brian Bruney shaved the catapillar on his upper lip but it didn’t help him any. Also, he apparently went to the Ian Kennedy School of Quote-Giving.
  • Joe Girardi, what goes on in that crazy little head of yours? Phil Hughes is throwing heat, getting outs. Why not bring him out for the next inning? Why, for the love of god!
  • Related to the item above: Phil Hughes has moved into second place on my baseball boyfriends list, knocking Joba down to fourth.
  • As Pete Abraham noted today, somebody’s got to get the fight back into Joba. Get on that, Dave Eiland. I would hate to have to drop him another couple of spots on my totally ridiculous list.Griffey.jpg
  • Ken Griffey Jr. had a sad look on his face last night. He’s not hitting well, but even worse, he looks like the reality might be setting in that he’s not the player he used to be. I feel for Junior. He lost so much time with injuries, and now his age has become a factor. On the upside, he’s a first-ballot Hall of Famer and the first person mentioned whenever someone asks who has/had the sweetest swing in baseball. Plus – great smile.
  • Oh, Nick Markakis, you make me love you more each day.  Although I don’t know what that country at-bat music is all about.

Yanks vs. Tampa Bay: Not-So-Deep Thoughts in Real Time

2nd Inning: Dear Ozzie Guillen, Thanks for being such an asshat and helping to usher in the Nick Swisher era in New York. Love (only in this instance), Kristin

Swish_Home run.jpg4th Inning: Oh, A-Rod. E-5. Too much Kate Hudson on the brain. Focus, grasshopper.

Wild pitch, Andy Pettitte. I can’t blame that on Kate Hudson. Here comes the out-of-control circus inning.

RBI single by Tampa Bay’s hobbling catcher; David Cone is calling it “quick damage.” How about a quick rebound for Andy and the guys in the field?

Nope. Tie game. Aww, hamburgers.
South-Park-Butters.gifMichael Kay, ladies and gentlemen, lecturing BJ Upton about having dip or chew in his mouth in the outfield. My personal thought is that it’s a disgusting habit, but there’s no reason to pick on one guy – especially when several of the Yankees have that permanent bottom-lip or cheek bump during games.

5th inning: Andy Pettitte looks confused as to what is happening here. You need some outs, big guy.

Ask and you shall receive. Double play. Nice play by Jeter. I would prefer it if Michael Kay didn’t call it a “dance step,” though. Might as well call him “twinkle toes.”

Ha! Kay just brought the hammer down on Swish for the dip thing. Cone was awesome, saying, “Wow, you’re the tobacco police!”  I don’t know about telling grown men they can’t do something that’s perfectly legal. If MLB ever tried to outlaw it, I picture Josh Beckett saying something like, “You can pry my dip from my cold, dead hand.”

6th inning: Quick work by Pettitte. This is what makes pitching interesting for me. What made the light-hitting Gabe Kapler so dangerous at that moment, but you can strike out Evan Longoria and Carlos Pena twice each?

Johnny Damon! Nice work, there, Caveman. Gotta take those hanging curveballs and deposit them in the seats where they belong.

Johnny_highfive.jpg7th inning: Please welcome to the stage The Phil Hughes Bullpen Experience. I’m one of those people who thinks it doesn’t help him at all to get sent back down to Scranton. He’s a pro pitcher right now…as evidenced by that masterful inning right there.

Melky, see, what you’re supposed to do there is prolong the inning so my husband can get more and more annoyed at close-ups of Swisher on base. You just had to cut my amusement short, didn’t you?

8th inning:  My question is why? Why take Phil Hughes out for Phil Coke? Why is Michael Kay so corny?  Why is my husband so threatened by men in pinstripes? Why is Phil Coke walking people on four pitches? 

Derek Jeter jacks a homerun. My husband says, “That’s an out in Fenway.”  Man, is that annoying.

9th inning: Mo time. Long tirade from hubby on Mo’s age. Mo, apparently, is 75 years old. He hides it well. Oh, how I love when they swing at the high fastball. Game over.

We’re All Like Snowflakes…

So there’s been a lot of internet chatter about this Fox Sports list of hottest baseball players. I agree that the list was lacking, but everyone has a different take and a different idea of what they find attractive. Many female bloggers made their own lists.

Two things always bug me about these lists: 1.) They often ignore players who are not in their 20s, and 2.) they never include Yankees because people just hate the team that much. Also, there seems to be a trend this year wherein baseball announcers keep telling us that players who are 33 and up are entering the geriatric phase of their lives. This bothers me, rightfully, because I’m 34 myself. Shut up, stupid announcers.

I’ve decided, then, that we could all benefit from an appreciative look at some still-very-hot 33+ players, including a Yankee or two.  In no particular order:

1. Derek Jeter (knockin’ on the door of 35)
Jeter1.jpgWill there come a day when Jeter is not hot? I say no.

2. Jason Varitek (37)
Varitek.jpgI think even some female Yankee fans would agree that Tek is a pretty solid hottie.

3. Mike Lowell (35)
Lowell.jpgHe was in the Yankees farm system at one point, so that should make ogling him okay.

4. Andy Pettitte (36)
Pettitte.jpgMaybe this one is just for me, but I think if he were a quarterback instead of a pitcher, every girl would love him to death.

5. Johnny Damon (36)
Damon.jpgThis one’s tough. My brain registers that Johnny is hot, but then I get flashbacks of Red Sox Unshaven Caveman Centerfielder.

6. Ken Griffey Jr. (39)
GriffeyJr.jpgI think Junior has gotten better looking as he’s gotten older. And he has a kickass smile (although not in this picture).

7. Scott Rolen (34)
Rolen.jpgC’mon, now. He’s awesome in the “aw, shucks” kind of way.

8. Ted Lilly (33)
Lilly.jpgHe’s totally rockin’ this suit. For some reason, I also like that he brawled with his own manager while in Toronto.

9. Paul Konerko (33)
Konerko.jpgKonerko has always been a favorite of mine. But when the ChiSox were in the World Series in 2005, I found out that he was born in R.I. and that my dad went to high school with his dad. That just added to my affection for him.

10. & 11. Torii Hunter (33) and Brad Ausmus (40)

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Others had these two on their lists, but I think it bears repeating that Torii Hunter has one of the best smiles in all of baseball, and that Ausmus is ridiculously hot still at 40. Not that 40 is old. If you believe in Oprah then you know that 40 is the new 20.

Train Kept A Rollin’

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Mark Teixeira is quickly becoming The Man.  Then again, everyone on this team seems to be vying for the title. How about Cervelli getting on base any way he can and not being afraid to show off his arm from behind the plate? How about Melky being aggressive in his at-bats? How about Jeter stabbing two hard-hit line drives that were headed straight for his face?

And, of course, CC was kickin’ it.

CC.jpgHe’s another guy who must have that selective amnesia thing down pat. Even after a mistake, he just goes back and tries something else. I guess you can do that when you’ve got a bunch of options in your arsenal.

Other tidbits: 

  • This isn’t Yankees news, but last night Dontrelle Willis (Detroit) pitched well and got his first win since coming back from an anxiety disorder. I’ve always liked Dontrelle, and I’m keeping my fingers crossed for him to continue doing well. Anyone who knows how debilitating anxiety issues can be should be thrilled to see him get back on track.
  • This trend is somewhat disturbing. Really, Phil Coke? You’re a nice blonde California boy – what are you thinking? Anyway, it looks like the razors are here to stay. I’m still trying to make my peace with this:
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Boys (*Sigh*).

Your Move, Ellsbury

Werth.jpgThis is Jayson Werth of the Philadelphia Phillies. He’s taking a curtain call because he stole second, third, and then home in the 7th inning last night against the Dodgers. I gotta say, that’s pretty sweet. Here’s a bit about it (with video link) from Yahoo.

In other news, Jeter’s out again tonight. I’m hoping from some good things from Andy Pettitte. Also, let’s see if batting second can cure Swish of his strikeout-itis.