This was the game I thought the Yanks were going to have on Monday. A night where nothing goes right. Instead it happened tonight. For every sloppy play the Yankees made the Rays countered with a slick one. Moving to his right, Carl Crawford closed quickly on a line drive robbing Alex Rodriguez of an RBI base hit. Later, BJ Upton glided back and nabbed a shot hit by Jorge Posada. (They are a wonderful contrast in styles–Crawford, powerful and aggresive but not graceful; Upton, smooth like butta.) Jason Bartlett also made a couple of nifty plays at short.
Meanwhile, Derek Jeter and Rodriguez had throwing errors (Rodriguez’s mistake led to a run), Mark Teixeira mistimed a jump on a line drive allowing another run to come in, and Nick Swisher had two adventurous plays that he’d soon like to forget (the first one included an ill-advised and unnecessary dive). Hideki Matsui drove in the Yankees’ first run and then got picked off after misreading the throw from right fielder Gabe Gross.
Nobody helped CC Sabathia, who was far from terrific anyhow–he gave up some shot to Evan Longoria. Scott Kazmir, on the other hand, was excllent, allowing one run over 7.1 innings as the Rays cruised, 6-2.
And so the Yanks went kerplunk. Sometimes things just don’t go your way. Just ask Buster.*
* This is one of Keaton’s signature sequences but it came about by accident. His brother-in-law, and business manager Joseph Schenck bought the script “Seven Chances” (1925) a movie Keaton thought was a dud. And it was, until the final scene. During a preview, the audience responded to Buster running and knocking into some rocks. It got a good laugh. So he went back and re-designed the scene to make the rocks the centerpiece.
In a 1956 interview, Buster said:
We built fifteen hundred rocks, starting from grapefruit-size up to one was eight-foot in diamter, and we went out on the ridge route and spotted one of those big barren mountains with these rocks and then I went up there and got started. At least I was working with paper mache, although some of them…for instance, that big one weighed four hundred pounds. Buy the time you built the framework, it weighs something, but you could get hit with them all right. Well, I got into the middle of the rock chase, and it saved the picture for me, and that was an accident. It hadn’t been framed. It was an out-and-out accident.
Watching the great physical comics of the silent era gives you a new appreciation for the term “tough guy,” doesn’t it?