Tagged: Melky

Late to the Party

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I didn’t realize that today’s game was a day game, so I was too late to agonize over what must have been a very frustrating performance by Chien-Ming Wang.

Nope, by the time I showed up the Yankees had already battled back from a 5-1 deficit, and the score was tied 6-6.

This is what happens when I’m not at work and in front of a computer all day. Instead I was at home, nursing a strained quad and hopped up on pain meds.

I’m always happy to see a comeback victory, of course, but I kind of wish Chien-Ming had put all questions to rest with a solid outing. Now, everyone will go bananas for a week about whether or not he should start against the Red Sox. Here it is: Yes. He. Should.

He has got to get back into a routine. He’s got to get the confidence back that comes from knowing others are behind you and not ready to give you the hook at the drop of a hat.  And, I’m sorry, but at this point, I just don’t see a Red Sox game as any more do-or-die than a game against any other team. I just want the Yanks to keep chugging along overall.
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Speaking of chugging along, let’s talk about Melky. I’m quickly coming to rely on him as the late-inning hero. I also like that he’s doing well and that Brett Gardner is still getting playing time. I really don’t think it has to be an either-or thing.

Next up, Tampa Bay. I hope the pitching rebounds a bit in this series. 

Every Team Should Have a Retractable Roof

I hate rain delays. Last night in Texas, the delay was more than two hours, forcing me to go to bed without watching a pitch. Apparently, it also gave Joba too much time to think, and the results were not good:
Joba_Ugh.jpgHe only gave up three runs, but he left in the fourth after 85 pitches, leaving the bullpen to blow up the game. Which they promptly did.

Then, there was this:
Melky_Ugh.jpgOh sure, one of the few guys who’s actually hitting in clutch spots jams his arm against the wall trying to make a catch? They said last night that tests were negative, but Melky will have an MRI today. Remember when people wanted the Yankees to send Brett Gardner down because Melky was hitting better? Now, it’s a good thing he’s around.

Not to mention that he’s the only one who seemed to do his job last night, going 3-for-5 with three stolen bases and a run scored. The rest of the team’s batting can be summed up perfectly with this image:
Matsui_Ugh.jpgMatsui says, “I can’t believe we left 12 men on base and went 2-for-12 with RISP!”  To be fair, Matsui wasn’t the biggest culprit here.  That honor was shared by the foursome of Mark Teixeira (4 LOB), Nick Swisher (4), Francisco Cervelli (4) and Robbie Cano (3). Grounding into three double plays also didn’t help.

I know that the last couple of weeks have been great and that one or two losses are not a big deal. But this game uncovered some issues that will only get worse as the season rolls on.  Or maybe the rain delay just put them all to sleep. What the hell do I know?

I Swear I’m Not a Stalker and Other Musings

After a night of sushi and beer with the girls, I was thrilled to find out about the back-to-back-to-back home run action that went on in the Bronx.  If there is anything better than watching BFFs Robbie and Melky do well at the same time, I’d like to know what it is.

Melky-Robbie2.jpgI was also stoked about Phil Hughes’ nine strikeouts. I would like him to be a little more economical, but we must be patient. Rarely does everything come together all at once for a 22-year-old kid, even when people insist on calling him a phenom.

But predictably, none of this was of interest to my husband. As soon as I got in the door, he told me about Papi hitting his first home run of the season, and then he asked his new favorite making-fun-of-me question: “So, did Swisher help any old ladies across the street today?”

Thumbnail image for Grandma.jpgLook, I’m a pretty jaded gal when it comes to sports figures. I prefer to make up nice things about them in my head to combat the avalanche of jackassery that goes on. So, when I see one of them doing nice things and actually being a bit genuine from time to time, it’s a shock to the system. This usually results in a geeky fangirl mega-crush (which, let’s face it, is pretty common in the Yankee Universe right now, and previously in Oakland and Chicago).

My point is simply that there is a reason why people are talking about him (and by people I mean me). This just adds to the love fest.

That woman is seriously courageous, and I don’t doubt that her presence at the game was an inspiration, as trite as that sounds. Most of the time, athletes have a distorted perception of what’s important, but this is not one of those times.

In a related thought, is there any way we can start a grassroots movement to get Swisher off the dip? I understand this would be akin to prying me away from Diet Coke, but it just seems at odds a bit with all the work he does for people with cancer.

Train Kept A Rollin’


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:
Boys (*Sigh*).

Melky and Brett Serve Notice

Here’s the thing about conventional wisdom: if you hold onto your belief in it for too long, you get screwed.

At the very moment the Minnesota Twins indicated they were going to walk Robinson Cano to get to Melky Cabrera last night I said to myself, and my television, “why?”

Nothing against Robbie, but he’s been in a slump recently, and Melky has been hitting the ball solidly even when he’s making outs. Plus Melky’s a switch hitter. What’s the strategy there? I’m sure someone who has way more strategery than me could tell me, but at that point in time it seemed like a bad idea.

And it turns out it was a bad idea.

I’ve noticed this year, more than ever before, that people are relying on old assumptions and outdated information when it comes to the Yankees–both on and off the field–instead of actually doing the quick homework it would take to find something out about the actual skills and character of this team.

Brett Gardner has speed? Who knew?

There’s more young talent coming up every day? We thought the average age of prospects in Trenton and Scranton was approximately 75.

This team has heart? Oh, we didn’t notice because we focus obsessively on A-Rod 24/7.

Wake up, non-Yankee fans, and check out what this team is really about. They may not always win, but they’re not the robotic, soulless men you wish they were. 

Losing My Religion


Here we have my solution to being a Yankee fan.  I tried going all zen last year, but that lasted about a week. This time, I’m sticking to it.

I’m just going to breathe deeply and think positive thoughts. Maybe that will enable me to deal with fielding bloopers;
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and the group therapy necessary for the bullpen and for Yankees hitters with runners in scoring position.
Thumbnail image for Freud finger puppet.jpgJoba’s first inning woes are a whole other entry unto themselves.  But what really pushed me over the edge into a catatonic state was the fact that I had to watch the game on NESN. You’d think my Extra Innings package would entitle me to choose; you’d be wrong. Extra Innings blocks out the YES feed–even though the game is at Yankee Stadium–every time they play the Red Sox.

Usually I don’t mind. Don Orsillo and Jerry Remy can be a highly entertaining comedy duo. But this time around we got stuck with Eck.
eckersley_dennis_1.jpg Good God, that man is annoying in the booth. Obviously, he knows what he’s talking about when it comes to pitching, but color commentary is a little more than that. You shound try not to sound like a middle-school girl giggling with her friends and cracking on the nerds in the hallway.

His lack of preparation was irritating, especially when Joba started pitching like Joba and he had to make sure everyone knew that he was shocked, shocked I say, to see that Joba had more than one pitch. Where have you been? Watching games from behind that shaggy 80s hair, apparently.

Everything out of his mouth was either catty or disingenuous, like when he went all Pollyanna about Joba hitting Jason Bay. Yeah, it might not have been an accident. But we’re supposed to believe a Hall of Fame pitcher is appalled to learn that this sort of thing happens? You know what I say to that?  Bitch, please.
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Melky Mania, Apparently

Last night, I was taken away from The Boys when it was 4-4 in the fifth or so. What could possibly tear me away?
Pierce-Rondo.jpgEnough already with the crazy overtime games! Fifty-one points from Ray-Ray squandered!

While I was watching that (and an incredibly irritating episode of Survivor), the Yankees apparently were tearing it up.  I can’t lie – I liked the fact that the Bobby Abreu Defensive Follies worked in our favor this time.  I also enjoy Melky doing well, but I feel for Brett Gardner. I’m always a fan of the “gritty, gutty” players, as Pete Abraham likes to call him. I hope there will be a place for him at some point. I mean, Johnny Damon’s arm couldn’t throw out my grandmother.  She’s pretty spry for an 80-year-old.

In other news, Nick Swisher doesn’t even really need to try anymore in terms of winning me over. It’s in the bag. But he just keeps showering down the awesomeness anyway. Take this little bit from Kevin Devaney of LoHud who blogged the game last night in place of Pete A.:

“Swisher’s collage was completed by tonight’s return to the stadium. He
cut out pictures of every teammate and taped them all together on the
right side of his locker. Most of the players are in snazzy suits.

In addition to being The Man, he’s also an aspiring artist. I’m so hooked.