Monthly Archives: August 2014

It’s the Yanks and Indians again this afternoon at the Stadium.

Never mind the sun rays:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

[Photo Credit: Martha Cooper]

And survive a comeback…Carlos Beltran with a grand slam.

Final score: Yanks 10, Indians 6. 

And more good news–Michael Pineda is on his way back.  The one note of concern–Brian McCann suffered a mild concussion. 

Drawing by Jack Kirby. 

Call me Esmil…

Brett Gardner LF
Derek Jeter SS
Jacoby Ellsbury CF
Carlos Beltran DH
Brian McCann C
Chase Headley 1B
Stephen Drew 2B
Martin Prado 3B
Ichiro Suzuki RF

Never mind the Tribe:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

[Photo Credit: MPD]

The kid Shane Greene pitched into the 9th inning yesterday afternoon at the Stadium. He was removed from the game when he gave up a base hit to start the final inning, his team hanging on to a 1-0 lead. Greene walked off the field stoically, didn’t even tip his cap. Ah, the demeanor of a baseball redass.

David Robertson relieved him, walked Victor Martinez, and then had to contend with pinch-hitter, Miguel Cabrera, all of Greene’s fine work, hanging in the balance. Robertson got Cabrera to hit a ground ball up the middle. The second baseman Brendan Ryan fielded the ball, stepped on second and whipped the ball to first to complete the double play. Then Don Kelly hit a soft line drive to Stephen Drew at short, Yankees win: cue Sinatra.

Four close games and the Yanks took three of them against the Tigers.

Not bad, indeed.

[Picture by Bags]

Game Thread powers, activate!

Brett Gardner LF
Martin Prado 3B
Jacoby Ellsbury CF
Carlos Beltran DH
Chase Headley 1B
Stephen Drew SS
Francisco Cervelli C
Ichiro Suzuki RF
Brendan Ryan 2B

RHP Shane Greene (2-1, 3.68)

Lineup via LoHud

[Photo Credit: Opdrie]

Justin Verlander is broken; that’s the word anyway. He had off-season surgery on his core muscles and he’s responded with possibly the worst season of his career. (It’s definitely due to my ignorance of the human anantomy, but when I hear “core muscles” I think of some heavily-fortified, organic power core, like the center of the Death Star.) We know something about this kind of stink – CC Sabathia fell off dramatically last year and instead of rebounding, looks like he’s crashed through floor and it’s an open question whether or not there’s a crane in existence equipped to lift him out.

Verlander is not Sabathia however. He’s younger, slimmer and still taking the ball every fifth day. His diminished velocity had him throwing in the 91-93 range last night with the power to kick it up to 95 mph when facing Carlos Beltran in a big spot in the fourth. Verlander owerpowered Beltran with the fastballs and then put him away with a baffling change-up.

With a curve ball bending mostly to his will, Verlander did not look broken last night. He didn’t look like the pitcher he was in 2011-2012, but he was good. The Yankees didn’t get to him at all until the fourth and they didn’t do any real damage until the fifth. 

Credit Paul O’Neill with the blueprint for how to beat him last night. After watching Verlander cruise through the early part of the game, O’Neill said he might only make a few mistakes tonight and that the Yankees better hope those mistakes end up in the seats. Chase Headley did the honors in the fifth, clubbing a less-than-baffling change into the second deck in right. And then Brian McCann did the same to one of those low 90s fastballs in the seventh. 

Another solid contribution from the booth accompanied McCann’s blast as Michael Kay noted that Verlander’s late-game velocity was nothing like it used to be. Hard to imagine McCann turning on that high fastball on the outer edge if it was 97 instead of 91. (We get on the announcers a lot so it’s only fair to point out when they make a good point, no?)

But how to make two solo homers stand up against the division-leading Tigers? Chris Capuano dealing is one way I guess. Derek Jeter booted the first play of the game and that set-up the Tigers’ only run off Capuano. Thanks to change-up that did not deviate from baffling all night, he never really faced any trouble until the Tigers paired two-singles in the seventh. Adam Warren shut down that inning and then stuck around to help himself out of what could have been a back-breaking eighth.

After Stephen Drew made corned beef hash out of a grounder, the tying and go-ahead runs were on third with one out. Adam Warren fell behind the suddenly dangerous J.D. Martinez 3-0 and pumped three fastballs in there for the crucial whiff. Strikes two and three were of the giddy-up variety, challenging Martinez high in the zone and blowing him away.

The Yankees scored insurance runs in their part of the eighth, which are truly some of the best kinds of runs for my money. Warren’s heroics after Capuano’s heavy-lifitng gave both Betances and Robertson a much deserved night off and the Yankees won 5-1. The Yankees look to take a shocking-but-necessary three of four from the Tigers this afternoon. This typically would be a day for a house money lineup, but not this is not the season for one. All hands on deck please.

Image via moggyblog (Copyright by the owner)

Yeah, Chris Capuano. Perhaps he’s a good dude. I just don’t have a ton of faith in him holding down the Tigers’ offense, do you?

Here’s hoping I’m wrong.

Brett Gardner LF
Derek Jeter SS
Jacoby Ellsbury CF
Mark Teixeira 1B
Carlos Beltran DH
Brian McCann C
Chase Headley 3B
Stephen Drew 2B
Martin Prado RF

Never mind those long fly balls:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

Food 52 gives homemade Italian Ices.

Diebs. 

Man, this review of Thomas Beller‘s slender new biography of J.D. Salinger, really speaks to me. Writing in the Times Book Review, here’s Cathleen Schine:

Salinger, Beller notes, writes about New York landmarks like Grand Central Terminal or the Museum of Natural History in an “offhanded way. . . . They are not monuments to be ogled, they are part of the landscape through which his characters move.” Beller writes about New York in the same easy, familiar way. He has also found a way to write about J. D. Salinger, surely a literary monument if ever there was one, without ogling. Salinger, like New York, becomes inevitable, a landscape.

…Because Beller gets New York with all its nuances of class and money, he understands the Salinger family’s triumphant rise from Upper Broadway to Park Avenue and what it must have meant not just to the proud parents, but also to a boy leaving the familiar Jewish West Side for the WASPy Upper East Side. Beller bestows on his insights an invigorating physicality. As he stands in Central Park one cold, blustery day facing the now defunct private school Salinger entered in 1932 (and was expelled from in 1934), he says, “A lot can happen in the interval between school and home, especially when school and home are two points at opposite corners of Central Park.” With that simple observation — that Salinger made his way across the park twice a day, five days a week, often getting home just in time for dinner — the park’s prominence in “The Catcher in the Rye” and other Salinger works takes on a new poignancy. But the park and the city are there, Beller says, “in all kinds of ways that are less quantifiable.” A writer’s influences can be “nonliterary and often unconscious. The street lamps in Central Park at dusk, or the gray hexagonal-block sidewalks that line the perimeter of the park, which look the same today as they did when J. D. Salinger was a kid, are present in his writing without ever being mentioned. The city is itself a worn and used thing, the stones smoothed by a million heels pounding on them like tidal waves on rocks, its landscape unforgiving but also a refuge to which one can adapt, and within which one can, at least for an afternoon, disappear.”

[Photo Credit: Ric Garrido via Loyalty Traveler]

That there’s the Brill Building in midtown, Manhattan. I got my first job working in the movie business there when I was 17. Summer of 1988. This is what it was like back then. Surrounded by pornography.  Why, there she is, one of the Queens, herself: Vanessa Del Rio.

[Photo Credit: Ghislain Bonneau]

Get down on it.

[Photo Via: Retrogasm]

As previously mentioned, happiness and frustration with these 2014 Yankees are never far apart. The Yanks had a 3-1 lead against the Tigers last night with David Price on the mound but couldn’t hold it and Alex Avila’s solo home run in the 12th inning was the difference.

Tiger 4, Yanks 3.

Tough game. What I’ll remember most is Dellin Betances facing the great Miguel Cabrera. He fell behind 2-0 and so you figure he’ll throw a fastball, right? Nah, nasty breaking ball, off the outside corner. Cabrera swung and missed. Then, fastball, just off the plate, but too tempting to lay off. One hundred miles per hour, and Cabrera swung through that too. He waved at the next one, another hundred mile an hour fastball. Nifty. And something tells me he’ll touch Mr. Betances one day as revenge.

[Photo Via: Forgotten New York]

Matt Thornton is gone and some changes are afoot for the Yankee bullpen.

Meanwhile, David Price makes his debut for the Tigers tonight at The Stadium.

The Yanks have their work cut out for them. Our man Hiroki goes for the Bombers:

Brett Gardner LF
Derek Jeter SS
Jacoby Ellsbury CF
Mark Teixeira 1B
Carlos Beltran DH
Brian McCann C
Chase Headley 3B
Martin Prado RF
Brendan Ryan 2B

Never mind the odds:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

[Photo Via: r2-d2]

The Man.

Watch enough baseball and you develop a sharp sense for knowing if an outfielder is going to catch a fly ball or not, even if they wind up making an improbable catch. There’s just something about their body language that says, “I’ve got this.” That’s how I felt last night in the third inning when Ezequiel Carrera, playing a shallow center field with the bases loaded with nobody out, raced to left center field after a shot hit by Jacoby Ellsbury. He dove as he neared the warning tracked and made a beautiful catch. Heck, he almost overran the ball. Hard to predict making a play like that and yet it seemed like he had it the whole way. Ellsbury had rounded first and he looked at the TV screen in center field and watched a replay as he walked back to the dugout, hands on his hips. He had a half-smile on his face and he watched and then turned his eyes to Carrera. “Man, you hurt my feelings,” he seemed to be saying. It was the play of the night in what was otherwise a close but sleepy game at the Stadium. Game like that in September or October and the place is ripe with tension. But the fans at the ball park last night seemed lulled by the lack of run-scoring. The Yanks ended up scoring twice in the 3rd and that’d be enough for them to squeeze out another close win, this time: 2-1. That’s the way things have gone this season–win a close one, lose a close one. I’m just pleased they won this one, right? Especially with David Price going tonightski. [Photo Credit: Robert Sabo/N.Y. Daily News]

Gardner LF

Jeter SS

Ellsbury CF

Teixeira 1B

Beltran DH

McCann C

Headley 3B

Drew 2B

Prado RF

Never mind the band aids:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

[Photo Credit: Aberrant Beauty]

David Lebovitz gives an Apricot and Cherry Tart with Marzipan topping. 

Painting by Johannah O’Donnell.

This might be the greatest thing that’s happened in the 2014 season.