David Parise’s Barbie and Ken. 

Hackman, Elmore, Huston, Dustin, Rip, Willis, Lange and more…Movie nerds: dig in. 

[Picture Credit: Robert Wilson]

“The Victory” by Rene Magritte (1939)

The latest from Gummy Soul. 

Could have used a jacket this morning. Well, that might be stretching it some but it was cool. Autumn is in the air.

So fresh, so fresh.

Hiroki and a Prayer (and no Jeter):

Ichiro Suzuki RF
Vernon Wells DH
Alfonso Soriano LF
Robinson Cano 2B
Alex Rodriguez 3B
Mark Reynolds 1B
Curtis Granderson CF
Eduardo Nunez SS
Chris Stewart C

Never mind the beards:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

[Photo Credit: Joe Martz]

Yeah, I don’t know, man. The Sox ain’t all that. Sure they scored 2 touchdowns today in the Bronx but they missed an extra point. Fuggin’ pussies.

David Huff got torched and so did the Yanks, dropping another game to the Sox, this one to the tune of 13-9. It was over early. The Yanks actually battled their way back into it but well, you get the way this weekend is going: Doom.

Derek Jeter left the game early, had a CT scan on his ankle and–good news!–it came back negative.

[Deiorama by Abigail Goldman]

No use steering now:

Brett Gardner CF
Derek Jeter SS
Robinson Cano 2B
Alfonso Soriano LF
Curtis Granderson DH
Eduardo Nunez 3B
Lyle Overbay 1B
Ichiro Suzuki RF
Austin Romine C

Never mind the hangover:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

[Picture by Bags]

The Boys:

[Photo Via: Lovely Derriere]

Remember how we figured that last night was the worst loss of the year? Well, we were wrong. Tonight was worse.

The Yanks had an 8-3 going into the 7th and then the bullpen shit the bed, walls, and carpet as they gave up 9 runs over the next two innings. Hughes, Boone, Preston, and Jobber, oh my.

The burly bastards from Boston kicked the Yanks square in the nuts. Repeatedly. Yup, it was an old fashioned Bronx mugging.

12-8 was the final.

As one Banterite succinctly put it: Fuck this.

Another stinging loss. Anger and despair. But there’s no giving up round here. Tomorrow gives another game, after all.

We’ll be here and we’ll be rooting. Fuggin’ A right we’ll be.

It’s Old Man Andy vs. Boston’s Civil War Reenactment Squad.

Brett Gardner CF
Derek Jeter DH
Alfonso Soriano LF
Robinson Cano 2B
Alex Rodriguez 3B
Vernon Wells RF
Eduardo Nunez SS
Mark Reynolds 1B
Chris Stewart C

Never mind last night:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

[Photo Via: Think Different]

From Cinephilia and Beyond.

And this in today’s Times:

Ethan We’ve always actually been remarkably commercially successful. Not in terms of making huge amounts of money, which we rarely do, but in terms of not losing money and making modest amounts of money. We’re actually strangely consistent in that respect. We’ve been able to keep making movies because of that and also because, strangely, we’ve had studio patrons, starting from Barry Diller. Sometimes they’re establishment people who know they’re not going to make huge amounts of money, but they like your movies. They’re moviegoers, too.

Joel And mostly they’re making blockbusters, but when you get in a room with them, they go, “Go off and make your movie, and I’ll do it as long as I can’t get hurt too bad.” You know? They’re completely open to that still. They don’t want to get burned.

Ethan They don’t want to look stupid.

Joel Nobody wants to look stupid or lose lots of money. On the other hand, they’re not afraid of doing other stuff if they can trust you to keep it reasonable. So, yeah, they kind of let us wander off without any adult supervision and do what we want.

Food 52 gives olive oil ricotta cake with plums. 

Photograph by Turquoiseacco.

Word to God.

Kick back and enjoy.

Lousy start for Ivan Nova? Check. Ass-whuppin’ for Preston Clairborne? Check. Good start by Jake Peavy? Check. A 7-2 lead as Kate Smith belted “God Bless America” en route to an easy-breezy win for the Red Sox?

Negative.

Because the bottom of the seventh went something like this:

Against Jake Peavy...

I Suzuki walked.
V Wells hit for C Stewart.
V Wells singled to center, I Suzuki to third

M Thornton relieved J Peavy.

B Gardner singled to left center, I Suzuki scored, V Wells to second.
V Wells stole third. (Is he knuts? Maybe. Gardner didn’t budge off first and the replays showed that Wells was out.)
D Jeter walked, B Gardner to second.
R Cano grounded into fielder’s choice to second, V Wells scored, D Jeter out at second, B Gardner to third.

J Tazawa relieved M Thornton.

A Soriano singled to right center, B Gardner scored, R Cano to second.
C Granderson doubled to deep right, R Cano scored, A Soriano to third.
A Rodriguez struck out swinging. (Tough sinking fastball, a splitter perhaps. Sitting on my couch, I tapped my foot and my heart raced.  Rodriguez heard some boos but not as many as I expected.)
L Overbay singled to right, A Soriano and C Granderson scored, L Overbay to second advancing on throw.
I Suzuki struck out swinging.

And just like that, a couple of walks and a string of base hits gave the Yanks an 8-7 lead.

The question then, how would they finish? David Robertson didn’t pitch well last night and Mariano Rivera, having pitched two days in row, well, hell, he wasn’t going to pitch again, right?

Robertson struck Jacoby Ellsbury out looking on a 3-2 pitch to start the 8th. He got Shane Victorino to swing through a fastball for the second out and retired Dustin Pedrioa on a ground ball to Derek Jeter to end the inning.

The Yanks went down in order in the bottom of the inning and then wouldn’t you know it but: Enter Sandman.

And who should he face to start the inning but Papi Ortiz.

Went something like this:

First pitch, inside–almost too much of the plate–ball 1. Cutter inside, Ortiz hits it hard but the line drive goes straight at Lyle Overbay. Ortiz doesn’t have time to move out of the box. He glares and walks back to the dugout.

One out.

Daniel Nava. Cutter inside, 1-0. Fastball, right over the plate, 1-1. Hard to believe Nava took it. Now, cutter inside, ties him up, swing and a miss, 1-2. Now, backdoor? Upstairs? It’s upstairs but Nava holds up, 2-2. Then he goes outside but the pitch is low, 3-2. Goes back outside, or tries to, but the pitch is over the plate. Nava swings and hits a Mookie Wilson-to-Bill Buckner dribbler to Overbay. He fields it and steps on the bag for the second out.

Mike Napoli takes a fastball on the inside corner, 92 mph, for a strike. Fastball away, 1-1. Fastball low, 2-1. Heater, right down Broadway, good swing, but fouls it off, 2-2. Cutter, inside, but too far inside, 3-2. Fastball over the plate and Napoli slaps it into right center field for a base hit. The pitch was fat, juicy, and thank goodness it didnt go over the fence. Quintin Berry pinch runs for Napoli.

Stephen Drew. Takes a ball high. Berry takes off, Romine’s throw bounces in front of Jeter and into the outfield, Berry takes third (ah, shades of Dave Roberts). Next pitch, a cutter with no bite is hit into right for a base hit.

Tie game.

Jonny Gomes, pinch-hitting. Two-seamer comes up and in and almost hits Gomes, 1-0. Fastball, high, fouled back, 1-1. Another high fastball, popped foul behind the plate and caught by Romine for the third out.

Rivera’s 6th blown save of the year. 8-8. Yankees-Red Sox. On a school night. What else would you expect?

Alfonso Soriano walked with 1 out in the bottom of the ninth, got picked off first but Nava dropped the pick off throw and Soriano made it safely to second. And then the dumbass got picked off of second. I’d try to explain it but I can’t.

Needless the say, Curtis Granderson whiffed to send the game into extra innings.

And who should greet us to begin “free baseball” but Joba Chamberlain. And with Joba it’s not a question of “if” but “when”? Ellsbury singles and swipes second. Joba got 2 strikes on Vitorino, had him struck out on a check swing but first base ump Joe West ruled that Victorino did not swing. Even though he clearly swung. So of course the next pitch, a high fastball, is punched into right field for a base hit. Ellsbury scores and the Sox are back on top.

Boone Logan replaced Joba and Chamberlain got himself kicked out of the game by West. Ortiz is walked intentionally and then Nava is pinch-hit for by a righty,Brandon Snyder, who flies out to Gardner in center.

The Yanks went down like lambs in the bottom of the tenth (that’s not entirely right, Lyle Overbay had a valiant at bat before striking out) and the Sox, playing with house money, avenged that Sunday Night loss with one that hurt the Yanks were it counts.

Final Score: Red Sox 9, Yanks 8.

Nova gets the ball in the first game against the Red Sox. Yanks’ll need him to give them a good performance. Got to figure Mariano ain’t pitching tonight.

Brett Gardner CF
Derek Jeter SS
Robinson Cano 2B
Alfonso Soriano LF
Curtis Granderson DH
Alex Rodriguez 3B
Lyle Overbay 1B
Ichiro Suzuki RF
Chris Stewart C

Never mind retaliation: Let’s Go Yank-ees!

[Photo Credit: Gustavo Jononovich via MPD]

Collages by Magda Dudziak (found through the ever-wunnerful, This Isn’t Happiness)

Yeah, the Yanks and Sox start their four-game series tonight but the NFL season also begins tonight for those of you who care about such a thing.

Over at The Stacks, I’ve reprinted a couple of goodies from the Playboy vaults as a way to kick the season off in style: Arthur Kretchmer’s classic 1971 Dick Butkus profile and a 1969 interview with Broadway Joe.

[Photo Credit: Neil Leifer/SI]