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.
Next up, Tampa Bay. I hope the pitching rebounds a bit in this series.
and the group therapy necessary for the bullpen and for Yankees hitters with runners in scoring position.
Joba’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.
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.