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Goosed

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This picture of Goose Gossage–taken at an Old Timer’s Day a few years back–is about the nicest thing I can say about yesterday at the Stadium. Goose was honored with a plaque in Monument Park, the old guys–and some not-so old guys–trotted around for awhile and then the Yanks got smoked by the Orioles to the tune of 8-0. Masahiro Tanaka wasn’t great or terrible, allowing 3 runs over 7 innings. The offense was terrible, just as it’s been all weekend with the exception of the 9th inning on Friday night.

Seems Like Old Times

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Today gives the old guys.

Enjoy, y’all and:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

Sweet and Meaty

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That’s what a trio of meatballs served up by Vial Nuno looked like to Nellie Cruz, J.J. Hardy, and former Yankee, Steve Pearce. Three batting practice pitches, 3 home runs, more than enough to down the Yanks on a beautiful day in New York.

Final Score: O’s 6, Yanks 1.

Ah, fuck it Dude, let’s go eat.

[Photo Credit: Santiago Sepulveda via MPD]

A Beautiful Summer Day for Baseball

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Nuno gets another crack at it this afternoon. He faces a tough Baltimore line up.

Here’s our guys:

Brett Gardner LF
Derek Jeter SS
Jacoby Ellsbury CF
Mark Teixeira 1B
Carlos Beltran DH
Kelly Johnson 3B
Brian Roberts 2B
Ichiro Suzuki RF
Francisco Cervelli C

It’s about as lovely as you can ever expect the weather to be in the summer–sunny but cool, low humidity. Perfect day to be at the Stadium.

This weekend gives Yankee Schmaltz with a Schmear, plaques, Old Timer’s and standing ovations.

Enjoy the festivities and:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

[Photo Credit: Portuguese Girl Cooks]

Carlito’s Way

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My mom was in town this week and one night we got to talking about taking the Amtrak train from New York to Vermont. Emily recounted a story about me getting stuck on the D.C. to Montreal line one winter during a snowstorm. What normally would have been a 5 hour trip turned into an 11 hour ordeal. I was alone on that trip but don’t remember too much about it other than it happened. Emily filled me in on the details and I was like, “Oh, yeah…”

Point is, I’ve got a decent ability to forget a certain kind of tedious misfortune. There was no good story to be culled from that trip, it was just something to survive. So holding on to the details seems like a form of whining. Sure, it sucked at the time, but then it was over, and that was that.

Last night’s game was like that trip–a trying regular season game that will fade from our memory in a few weeks and months. Watching it live, however, was no fun. The Yankees had a 1-0 lead with the bases loaded in the second inning, one man out. When Brett Gardner got ahead of Ubaldo Jimenez, 2-0, it looked as if the Yanks were going to break the game open. But he hit a fly ball to shallow center for the second out and Adam Jones completed the double play by throwing out Carlos Beltran at home.

The Yanks loaded the bases two more times yet didn’t score. Meanwhile, Hiroki Kuroda labored through the first five innings but didn’t allow a hit. Some of his pitches were tight, and he also got away with some mistakes–mostly spinning sliders up in the strike zone. The O’s broke the no-hitter in the 6th. Two well-struck balls and a pair of bloop hits gave them a 2-1 lead. They scored an insurance run in the top of the 9th and that looked to be that.

Gardner led off the bottom of the 9th with a base hit but then Zach Britton, a left hander who throws in the mid-90s, struck out Derek Jeter looking and got Jacoby Ellsbury to fly out to center field. Down to their last out, the Yanks staged a rally. First, Mark Teixeira, batting from the right side, drew a walk, and Brian McCann followed by muscling a fastball into center for a single. It was one of those tough at bats we used to see from Paul O’Neill, or, later on, from Bobby Abreu. Gardner scored and now the Yanks were down, 3-2.

Beltran was next. He got ahead 2-1 and took a fastball up in the zone for ball 3. The take, and call, were significant, not just because it put Beltran in a good count, but because the home plate umpire, Eric Cooper, had been calling the high strike all night. Which is not to say the 2-1 pitch was a strike, it was high, but it was close.

Britton decided to double down and Beltran was waiting. His next pitch might have been called a strike but it too was probably out of the zone. Didn’t matter. Beltran hit it well over the left centerfield wall for a game-ending 3-run home run.

A game that could have been a blowout for the Yanks, turned into a night of frustration, then ended memorably.

Maybe it won’t fade away so quickly after all.

Final Score: Yanks 5, O’s 3.

Boids

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It’s our man Hiroki as the Yanks and O’s begin a weekend series in the BX.

Brett Gardner LF
Derek Jeter SS
Jacoby Ellsbury CF
Mark Teixeira 1B
Brian McCann C
Carlos Beltran DH
Ichiro Suzuki RF
Brian Roberts 2B
Yangervis Solarte 3B

Never mind the distractions:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

[Picture by Bags]

Beat of the Day

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I know you got soul.

[Photo Via: Kultus]

Million Dollar Movie

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Chuck.

Morning Art

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Pratt. 

Taster’s Cherce

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Mini Ice Cream Waffle Sandwiches. Can you dig it?

(I knew that you could.)

New York Minute

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Here’s some goodness from our chum Kevin Baker:

Many consider the destruction of New York’s original Pennsylvania Station in 1963 to have been the architectural crime of the twentieth century. But few know how close we came to also losing its counterpart, Grand Central Terminal, a hub every bit as irreplaceable. Grand Central’s salvation has generally been told as a tale of aroused civic virtue, which it was. Yet it was, as well, an affirming episode for those of us convinced that our political culture has become an endless clown-car act with the same fools always leaping out.

“In New York then, I learn to appreciate the Italian Renaissance,” said Le Corbusier of Grand Central. “It is so well done that you could believe it to be genuine. It even has a strange, new firmness which is not Italian, but American.” It was not seen as such by its owner, New York Central Railroad, which viewed it mostly as a cash cow. As early as 1954, the Central proposed replacing the terminal with something called The Hyberboloid — an I. M. Pei monstrosity that, at 108 stories and 1,600 feet, would have become the world’s tallest building at the time. There was enough public outcry that a scaled-down Hyberboloid was built instead just north of Grand Central, where it was retitled the Pan Am (later the Met Life) Building. Even at a lesser height, it proved every bit as grotesque as promised.

Still unsatisfied, New York Central proposed in 1961 to build a three-level bowling alley over Grand Central’s Main Concourse, which would have required lowering the ceiling from sixty feet to fifteen and cutting off from view its glorious blue mural of the zodiac. This, too, was stopped. Foiled again, New York Central resorted to plastering the terminal with ads and bombarding travelers with canned Muzak, complete with commercials, over the public address system.

[Photo Credit: Boris Yale Klapwald/Brain-Ink]

Not Bad

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David Phelps was gritsy n gutsy last night. He got some big outs, escaped trouble and allowed just a couple of runs over 7 innings.

According to the intrepid Chad Jennings:

“It always feels good to throw well any day,” Phelps said. “But especially when it’s against the top teams in the league. It’s encouraging knowing that you’ve got their best hitters out there and you’re getting them out. You can see how quick the game can turn around with a lineup like that. It was 2-0 and all of a sudden, with one swing, it was tied up. I just had to stay aggressive, pick my spots that’s for sure.”

“It’s kind of refreshing seeing guys like Chase (Whitley) come up and the success that he’s had,” Phelps said. “Just being able to learn from him. I feel like sometimes as pitchers we try to make the game a little bit too difficult, try to perfect, and he’s just been throwing strikes – all of his pitches for strikes – and that’s one of the things I’ve learned from just watching him pitch.”

The Yanks scored in all but 2 innings. Sure, they only scored 1 run in each inning but it proved to be enough. Brian McCann had bad luck on two balls he squared up but I think he’s starting to come around.

Power didn’t help last night, speed did. 

Final Score: Yanks 6, Jays 4.

[Photo Credit: Nabil]

The Sounds of Summer

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The Jays haven’t won in the Bronx in a long time. Let’s hope they don’t start tonight, eh.

Phelps is on the hill.

Brett Gardner LF
Derek Jeter SS
Jacoby Ellsbury CF
Mark Teixeira 1B
Brian McCann C
Carlos Beltran DH
Ichiro Suzuki RF
Brian Roberts 2B
Kelly Johnson 3B

Never mind nuthin’:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

[Photo Credit: Antoine Bruy via MPD]

Afternoon Art

bof A demi déshabillée, devant la glace” By Pierre Bonnard (1905)

What Becomes a Legend Most?

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R.I.P. Horace Silver. 

And of course (Steely, Stevie):

I Think McCann, I Think McCann

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We’ve been waiting, patiently, for Brian McCann to start hitting. To produce. Last night, he hit a line drive home run (a Yankee Stadium Special) and a fly ball in the right centerfield gap that dropped in and went for a triple. Yes, there was some good fortune with the triple as it landed just beyond Cody Rasmus’ glove, but McCann, who collected 5 RBI on those two hits, was due for some good luck.

Those two hits, combined with a decent outing from Chase Whitley, and a strong outing from the back end of the bullpen, was enough to give the Yanks a 7-3 win over the Jays.

It’s a start.

[Picture by Bags]

The Chase

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It’s hot in the Bronx. Tonight, Chase Whitley will try to hold down the Blue Jays’ potent offense.

Brett Gardner LF

Derek Jeter SS

Jacoby Ellsbury CF

Mark Teixeira 1B

Alfonso Soriano RF

Carlos Beltran DH

Brian McCann C

Yangervis Solarte 3B

Brian Roberts 2B

Never mind the heat:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

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Taster’s Cherce

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Fo real? Say, whuut?

[Photo Credit: Todd Coleman]

Afternoon Art

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“Interior of the Painter’s House, rue Carcel” By Paul Gauguin (1881)

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