On Monday night, Houston reliever Ken Giles let out a jacked-up Joba-like yell when he recorded the final out of the game. Last night, he was on the hill again, tasked with keeping the game scoreless after Just Verlander shut the Yankees out for the first eight innings. But Giles gave up a two-strike base hit to Aaron Judge—who, like all the Yankee hitters were happy to see anyone but Verlander, no doubt—and a double in the gap to Didi Gregorious. Giancarlo Stanton is such horseshit right now the Astros didn’t intentionally walk him as Giles got him fishing at sliders for the first out. It was up to Gary Sanchez to exact revenge for the Yanks and he did just as much, launching a three-run home run. This time, when Giles left the mound he punched himself in the head. Son of Rocker. Jacked when he’s up, jacked when he’s down.

Yanks steal a win.

Tonight, gives our man Luis vs. that Dallas Keuchel, who always seems to murder the Yanks. Mebbe tonight it will be different.

Never mind the bbq:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

The Yankees’ 9-game winning streak came to an end last night as they lost a close one in Houston. And tonight they’ve got Verlander to deal with.

Never mind those pitchers:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

Man, the Yanks are on a roll. Swept the Halos in a very Yankee-friendly Angels ballpark over the weekend. Now they are in Houston for four big games against the Astros.

Nice to see Sonny Gray act more like Coney less like Jeff Weaver.

Never mind success going to your head:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

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Yanks polished off the Twinkies and are now out in Anaheim to face the Angels over the weekend.

Houston next. Two tough teams. Let’s see how our boys do.

Never mind the jet lag:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

There are gonna be nights like these for the Yanks this year.

Hassan-Chop.

More tonight with the Big Fella, CC on the hill.

Never mind the nuthin’:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

Luis Severino, man that is our Ace.

More kids, more runs, another win. And a series win … Better.

Now, four against the Twins before the Yanks head out west. And this evening they celebrate the 20th anniversary of Boomer’s perfecto. Ah, memories.

Never mind the prosperity:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

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Ah, a good close win. Good at bats for Stanton, nice performance from Betances, dominant one from Chapman.

Still cold as hell out here and we are still looking for Sonny Gray to show up. Speaking of chilly, Holy Crud but the Red Sox are putting the rest of the division on ice. They are now 16-2 for crying out loud. Good start is one thing but this is just ridiculous.

Never mind the tailwinds:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

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Stupid Blue Jays. Ugh, so annoying. C’mon, Yanks, get your asses in gear. And enough with these Mo Mo’s booing Stanton, I hope he starts coming out of it—(the boo birds are grumbling when the guy gets 2 strikes on him, it’s a terrible downer).

And it is still really cold. Not cool. Cold.

Never mind the freeze:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

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A beatdown for the Bombers. Mmm, mmm, good.

More, please.

Never mind the chill:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

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Yanks lineup:

Boy, did that ever suck. Well, at least they didn’t get no-hit.

Yanks slink out of Boston and hope they can start, you know, playing well, against the lowly Tigers this weekend in the Motor City.

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Been waiting for Sonny Gray to have a truly great outing as a Yankee. Tonight would be a good night for it, wouldn’t ya say?

Never mind the hard feelings:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

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The Yanks and Sox gave the fans and the media some raw meat last night with two bench-clearing incidents, the second of which sparked a little rough stuff. It was all pretty benign but more than enough of a spark to get everyone lathered up about how the rivalry is back, baby.

It all started when Tyler Austin slid into second and whapped Brock Holt in the back of the calf with his foot as he slid into second. It wasn’t a dirty slide but with modern rules being the way they are you can see why an infielder doesn’t like that kind of contact. Maybe Holt is a little extra sensitive, got a little quick Trigger. He said something charged up to Austin who replied in kind, benches cleared but that was all there was to it.

Later in the game—oh, and the Yanks had an 8-1 lead turned into an 8-6 pain-in-the-ass—Joe Kelly, being the good teammate that he is, drilled Austin, who immediately threw down his bat and went out of the mound to fight. Joe Kelly, a man knowing he would be rescued any moment, mildly indicated, “Let’s Go.” There was some rolling around. No real punches landed, except from Austin to a Red Sox coach. Some words. Alex Cora and Yankee third base coach Phil Nevin.

The main impression of the scrum was how as the players converged it seemed as if Aaron Judge—like Andre the Giant in The Princess Bride—just seemed to push the entire wave of bodies toward the Red Sox dugout. And while I know why the Sox rallied for each other, and why that says good things for their team-unity, I also wondered if this is the Yankee team you really want to fight? They have some bruisers and very big guys, man.

Anyhow, the Yanks didn’t blow the game—they held on, 10-7. And we were happy.

Drawing by the great John Byrne.

The Red Sox beat the Yanks about the face and neck and every other place last night to the tune of 14-1. It was a beating—thought Aaron Judge had a good night and Giancarlo Stanton picked up a couple of hits. That was about the only good news in an otherwise forgettable affair for the visitors.

Tonight, they’ll have to deal with a seemingly rejuvenated David Price. But that’s okay, they can hang.

Never mind the cold April start:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

Nah, actually it was a chilly first week for the Yanks who lost games and got hurt feelings—along with hurt players.

Now, they head up to Fenway to play the Sox who’ve come out gangbusters, although they ran into a little trouble of their own when Xander Bogaerts had to go on the DL. Otherwise, they look sharp.

Tonight gives Dueling Aces—Sale vs. Severino. Should be a good one. Maybe Stanton can loosen up. Or maybe it’ll get worse. We’re pulling for the Big Guy and know he’ll be okay.

Never mind nuthin’:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

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Um, couple of rough loses in a row. Not to mention more injuries!

April, the cruelest month.

More this afternoon. Never mind the DL:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

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Take that boo birds.

Yanks go boom, beat up the Rays, 7-2.

The O’s in town for a long weekend series.

Never mind the c-c-c-old.

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

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It ain’t just on Broadway! Up in the BX, the Yanks host the Rays.

Never mind the fog:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

It took awhile but the Yanks finally got their home opener in and although it was a long, cold, wet journey into night the Yanks came out ahead, 11-4. Didi had himself a career day at the plate and Yankee fans went home happy. About the only downside was when Giancarlo Stanton got booed after striking out for the fifth time. Granted, that’s a lousy day for the slugger, but any so-called fan who believes that in order to prove their bona fides they need to act shitty can get bent. Seriously, who are these people? No wonder people hate Yankee fans with these Toys besmirching our good name.

Stanton took it in stride and we’re here to let him know most all of us are pulling for him. He’ll be okay.

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Yeah, the snow is coming down here this morning in the Bronx. Ah, memories of 1996 home’s opener will abound today. Well, that’s okay—at least it will make us forget how things played out yesterday in Toronto (about which the less said the better in an irritating 7-4 loss).

Bundle up and bring on the Hot Cocoa.

Oh, yeah, and: Let’s Go Yank-ees!