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Movin’ an Groovin’ with Otis.

David Robertson to the DL.

It’s C.C. tonight in Baltimore.

Derek Jeter SS
Nick Swisher RF
Robinson Cano 2B
Alex Rodriguez 3B
Mark Teixeira 1B
Curtis Granderson CF
Andruw Jones DH
Jayson Nix LF
Chris Stewart C

Never mind the band-aids: Let’s Go Yank-ees!

[Photo Credit: Gail Burton/AP]

Excuse this shameless bit of jacking from Ego Trip’s classic site, but you must check out this remarkable BBC documentary:

[Reblogged from Brain Dead]

Charlie Pierce lowers the boom:

One thing is certain. Paige Sultzbach and her teammates deserved a chance to play for the championship. They were the only undefeated team in their league, and they’d already beaten Our Lady of Sorrows twice this season. They’d worked hard enough, and played well enough, to be allowed to win their championship on the field, and not have it handed to them because somebody hiding in a chapel somewhere decided not to give them the satisfaction. For all the theological dust they’ve thrown up to cover their cowardly retreat, Our Lady of Sorrows plainly and simply didn’t want to lose to a girl.

This is an embarrassment to sport and to religion, the functional equivalent of bleeding statues and the face of Jesus on the side of the barn. This is the kind of thing of which Blessed John XXIII was trying to rid the Catholic Church when he called on the council to “throw open the windows” and release the stifling air of repression that had built up over the centuries. Our Lady of Sorrows doesn’t want to play baseball against Paige Sultzbach because it’s run by an organization that harbors an attitude toward women that differs very little from that of Bishop Williamson, its crackpot avatar. And, no, I don’t have to “respect” the stand they took, or the beliefs that prompted it, unless I’m also prepared to “respect” the anti-Semitism and conspiracy-mongering that are at the heart of the beliefs in question. I’m not required to be as classy as Paige Sultzbach, state champion.

[Photo Credit: Carlos Chavez/Arizona Republic]

Rhubarb tiramisu at L’Artusi. Oh hell, yeah, worth the trip. It won’t be around long. Don’t sleep.

Duck Dunn week continues…

I saw an old couple walking up 238th street this morning. I said good morning. The man  said, “Hanging in there.”

He looked at me and said: “Hang-ing.”

And they walked away.

And sometimes you miss the game. Which is what happened to me last night. I had dinner with my sister and my cousin downtown and didn’t check the score until we left the restaurant. Orioles 2-0.  Later, on the train ride home, I looked at Game Day on my phone again: Orioles 5-3. When I got home the score was tied and I got to see a few at bats before the wife took over the TV to watch Dancing with the Stars (Monday night honey, suck it). I saw Mark Teixeira homer to make it 7-5 Yanks on my computer and then listened to the final inning on the radio. In bed. A multimedia affair.

Shame I missed it because it sounded like an interesting game. And with a swell result:

Yanks 8, O’s 5.

Couple of  injuries–Ivan Nova and Raul Ibanez. Chad Jennings has the low down.

[Photo Credit: Dylan Kasson, Rob Carr/Getty Images]

The Yanks are in Baltimore for a two-game series against the first place Orioles.

Derek Jeter SS
Curtis Granderson CF
Alex Rodriguez DH
Robinson Cano 2B
Mark Teixeira 1B
Nick Swisher RF
Raul Ibanez LF
Eric Chavez 3B
Russell Martin C

Nova on the hill.

Never mind the storm clouds: Let’s Go Yank-ees!

[Photo Credit: LLBwwb]

They are shooting “42” at the legendary Rickwood Field.

Our pal Jeb Stewart sends these pictures.

I dig the inflatable crowd.

Photographs by Russell Lee

at Everyday I Show.

From a lovely site called House to Haus, here’s homemade orecchiette with bolognese sauce.

Yes, please.

Over at ESPN/New York Matt Ehalt reports that Mark Teixeira will stay in the five-hole for now while Mike Mazzeo offers an alternative line-up.

[Photo Credit: Timmer82]

Mural by AROE Via Fresh n Good.

An even better image.

You would have liked watching this dude walk. Nice strut, full of New York confidence. Some might call it arrogance but he wasn’t showing off. He was just, wearing it, and wearing it like it fit.

Yankee pride. You know how it goes.

I inherited a couple of crates of comedy albums this weekend. Here’s some of the haul…

and even a couple of cassettes:

In memory of Donald “Duck” Dunn, who passed away over the weekend.

The wife and I went to the Stadium this afternoon to watch Andy Pettitte pitch. On our way in we stopped by the site of the old park.

Ol’ Andy wasn’t awful though he gave up a couple of two-run homers and a few more hard hit balls. He got ahead of hitters for the most part and there were a handful of broken bat-sounding outs, as well. During his delivery, looked like he was lifting his left elbow higher in the air than I recall seeing before, too:

It’s hard to imagine Kevin Millwood pitching a better game all year. His fastball was clocked in the low ’90s, fast enough to keep the Yankee hitters off-balance as he spotted a slider and a change-up for strikes. The Bombers had the bases loaded twice but Derek Jeter hit into a double play (one of two on the day) to end one threat and Mark Teixeira whiffed to end the other.

“What a buzzkill,” said the wife.

We ate hot dogs and roasted in the sun and enjoyed the view from some fine seats we lucked into. It was a dud of a game for the Yanks–Clay Rapada allowed a few more runs to score in the top of the ninth and Nick Swisher got thrown at third trying to stretch a double into a triple to lead off the bottom of the ninth–the icing on the gravy.

Final Score: Mariners 6, Yanks 2.

We didn’t have much to cheer about. Still, one the train ride home, sticky, fatigued, and in need of a shower, the wife turned to me and said, “So who is playing on the Game of the Week tonight?”

And she meant it.

[Picture of Andy: Jim McIsaac/Getty Images, via It’s a Long Season]

Old man Andy Pettitte returns…on Mudda’s Day.

Wishing a happy time of it for all the mother’s out there.

Never mind the floral bouquet: Let’s Go Yank-ees!

[Photo Credit: Tatulie]