Not to be outdone, Swisher went yard about a minute later. Take that, haters! And by haters, I mean my husband. (Btw, the Swisher battle in my house is becoming epic: Tim simply refers to him as “the S-word.”
So, I was enjoying the romp (and some mint chocolate chip ice cream) when the channel switched to Bravo of its own accord. Damn you, DVR. Because Weeds and Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D List were both taping, I couldn’t watch the rest of the game! There’s got to be a way to fix that you can’t tape two shows and watch a third at the same time, right? I mean, besides making us buy actual Tivo?
When I turned back I saw that Swisher had jacked another one, and that Johnny Damon had hit his 200th career homer.
It has taken me a while to warm up to Johnny Damon, and not just because he came from the Red Sox. I know he’s still crazypants on the inside, but he seems to have matured a bit with the Yankees, if only in a relative kind of way. (Also, he dreams about A.J.)
So, congrats all around! Hopefully the Trop and Scotty Kazmir continue to be good to the Yanks tonight.
What the hell was that, A.J. Burnett?
And why the hell did every Yankee forget how to hit virtually overnight? More specifically, why was Robbie Cano the only one who looked remotely interested in playing this game?
And what the hell is this?
This pretty much sums up Red Sox fans, right here. Only in their freakin’ Bud Light-addled minds would it be ok for someone to hold up a sign like this about A-Rod while Papi struggles to hit over .200 (because of his lack of…what, exactly?) and the two World Series they won were on the back of Manny “Manboobs” Ramirez. Seriously? You’re actually going to try to take the moral high ground? For christsakes. Hundreds of colleges and universities in the area and the locals still manage to be a bunch of morons.
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:
He 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:
Oh 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 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?
This was not good:
Then, this was even worse:
Turns out that, even though Joba was hit in the knee with a line drive, the x-rays were negative and he only has a bruise. The way this team handles the injury information, though, you can never be sure. Joba, stop scaring the **** out of me!
The real problem – or so I thought – was that he had to leave in the first inning. That’s a long stretch of game for the bullpen to cover. But Aceves was good, Albaladejo was okay, and the Yankees had built up a lead before Veras could get in there and ruin it completely.
The star of the night goes to our man Robbie Cano for being generally awesome:
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.
I 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?”
Look, 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.
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.