Daily Archives: June 17, 2010

The Yankees just lost 7-1 to a recently reeling Phillies team. The same team Boston pummeled into submission a few days ago. Thanks to Tim Hudson, New York will retain their share of first place, but after beating Roy Halladay on Tuesday, this series result needs to be scraped off the bottom of our shoes.

The Yankees did not hit. They did not field. Andy Pettitte pitched admirably, but admirably was nowhere near good enough. He needed a shutout to win tonight, and his two-out two-run goofball to Shane Victorino was enough to beat the hapless, batless Yanks. The fact that Joba Chamberlain came in and ruined any chance at a pie party was just more shit to scrape. (I had written the first paragraph in the top on the ninth, and when I saw Joba’s mug on the computer, I guessed 6-1. Almost.)

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Yanks go for the series win tonight with Andy Pettitte on the hill. Game 7 of the NBA Finals later…Here’s hoping for a good sports night.

[Picture by Larry Roibal]

Let’s Go Yan-Kees!

You can get with this:

Or you can get with that:

The Choice is Yours.

I grew up with the Roger Moore Bond but think Connery was vastly superior.

John Buscema

This is one of my favorite comic book covers…

Wax Poetics via the Washington Post:

Shaved ice gets fancy.

[Photo Credit: Life Magazine]

This one isn’t in the new book of boxing poetry and song lyrics but still, Uncle L’s crossover hit is still worth dropping here:

Dear Todd,

The wife and I sat in your box seats last night and we thought of you. Before the first pitch, she turns to me and goes, “There’s no other place in the world I’d rather be right now–at the ballgame, with a hot dog and my honey.” Bro, how lucky am I? I’d like to think Marsha told you the same thing when you guys were at the game too.

Sitting to our left were two older women who live near where you grew up in Syracuse, New York. They were in town for the game, decked-out in Yankee gear–shirts, jackets, and hats. They wore Yankee bracelets on their wrists, and brought their own popcorn.

Your boy AJ Burnett pitched and he stunk up the jernt. After the game, Posada blamed himself saying that the two of them couldn’t get on the same page. AJ couldn’t control his breaking ball, walked a bunch of guys, gave up a couple of dingers–including one that was worth watching from Ryan Howard. The last straw came when he didn’t cover first base on a ground ball to Teixeira–it’s hard to believe you left us before you could watch Tex play first for the Yanks.

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