Tagged: Red Sox

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. 

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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