Yanks and Rays, first of three in the Bronx. Nova vs. Shields.
Derek Jeter SS
Curtis Granderson CF
Alex Rodriguez 3B
Robinson Cano 2B
Mark Teixeira 1B
Nick Swisher RF
Raul Ibanez DH
Russell Martin C
Eduardo Nunez LF
Let’s hope the weather cooperates. If it does for rest of the week Andy Pettitte will start on Sunday afternoon.
Never mind the storm clouds:
Let’s Go Yank-ees!
[Photo Credit: Bron Stadheim]
Check out this gorgeous photo gallery by John and Tina Reid over at Everyday I Show.
The Frick Collection, on the low. Secrets of the great museum from Gothamist.
[Photo Credit:Jake Dobkin/Gothamist]
Map Quest.
Course of Empire (Mixmaster 1), 2003, Matthew Cusick.
In town for a visit?
Serious Eats offers a guide of where to eat in NYC. Nicely done.
[Photo Credit: Trippy]
Here’s a vague update on Mo. The news is not good. What it means I don’t know.
[Photo Credit: Daniella Zalcman for The Wall Street Journal]
Y’all want to hear that beat, right?
This is too rich for just a Beat of the Day.
Chairman Mao gives us Hip Hop’s Top 25 James Brown Sampled Records. At Ego Trip, where else?
“The Avengers” had the biggest box-office opening in movie history. Here’s Anthony Lane’s review in the New Yorker:
One of the failings of Marvel—as of other franchises, like the “Superman” series—is the vulgarity that comes of thinking big. As a rule, be wary of any guy who dwells upon the fate of mankind, unless he can prove that he was born in Bethlehem. Superheroes who claim to be on the side of the entire planet are no more to be trusted than the baddies who seek to trash it, nor is the aesthetic timbre of the movies in which they both appear. I remember the joy of reading David Thomson’s entry on Howard Hawks, in “A Biographical Dictionary of Film”; the principle underlying Hawks’s work, Thomson argued, was that “Men are more expressive rolling a cigarette than saving the world,” and his adage rings true far beyond “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes” or “The Big Sleep.” All movies thrive on the rustle of private detail—on pleasures and pains that last as long as a smoke—and there has been nothing more peculiar, in recent years, than watching one Marvel epic after the next, then sifting through the rubble of gigantism in search of dramatic life.
If it smolders in “The Avengers,” that is owing to Downey and Ruffalo, two A-grade actors who are damned if they are going to be smothered by a two-hundred-million-dollar B movie. Downey realized, in “Iron Man,” that spectacular pap could be made piquant only if the central icon was a jerk—a narcissist with a roaring cash flow, rescuing not Earth from destruction but, way more important, his own soul from fidgety ennui. Ruffalo, at the other extreme, is all diffidence and glancing timidity; as Banner, he seems embarrassed by the prospect of his own wrath, and there is a wonderful closeup of the sad, apologetic glow in his eyes as he turns green. Banner begins the film as a practicing doctor (not just any doctor but, in line with Marvel’s overreach, a doctor in an Indian slum), and ends as we might have guessed, slinging humongous metal lizards around the canyons of Manhattan.
Nice quote from Thomson. I never read “The Avengers” as a kid and have no interest in seeing the movie. Did anyone go last weekend? Any good?
[Featured Image by Daniel Acuna]
Like Inga Binga Bunga…
Andy Pettitte is close to joining the Yankees but he got lit up in a Triple A start yesterday. Our old pal is also drawing attention for his off-field activities.
Sample: found.
Del.
Check out Kitchen Confidence, the bitchin’ food blog over at the always interesting food site, Food 52.
Over at Grantland, Jonathan Abrams has a piece on the divergent careers of Tyson Chandler and Eddy Curry.
[Photo Credit: Williams and Hirakawa for SLAM]
“Cityscape” 1963, By Richard Diebenkorn. Not a fugazi.
And so the Yankees made us happy today when Robbie Cano, Nick Swisher–and later in the game, Alex Rodriguez–went Boom! Cano hit a grand slam in the third inning. Mark Teixeira followed and flew out to the warning track in right and then Swisher hit a bomb over the right field wall. Took a minute to admire it, too.
Rodriguez dumped a three-run home run into the fountain out in left field in the eighth.
Meanwhile, Phil Hughes pitched well (walked one, struck out seven)–yo, into the seventh inning, he pitched.
Final Score: Yanks 10, Royals 4.
And the Knicks won a close one at the Garden.
Yippee.
[Photo Credit: Ed Zurga/Getty Images; Frank Franklin III/AP]
Phil Hughes, encore une fois.
Derek Jeter SS
Curtis Granderson CF
Alex Rodriguez 3B
Robinson Cano 2B
Mark Teixeira 1B
Nick Swisher DH
Raul Ibanez LF
Russell Martin C
Dewayne Wise RF
Time to stick together and get ‘er done:
So never mind the bellyachin’ and: Let’s Go Yank-ees!
[Photo Via: Craig Robinson]
