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April 8, 2026
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Beat of the Day
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Morning Art
Another dope collage by Kurt Schwitters
Frame Job
Over at ESPN, Anna McDonald has a piece on Russell Martin and the art of framing pitches.
Here’s more over at Hardball Talk.
[Photo Credit: Ron Vesely]
Forgive Some Sinner
Last year Esquire reprinted this terrific 1984 profile of William Donald Schaefer by Richard Ben Cramer.
It’s well worth your time.
New York Minute
Less humid this morning, breezy, but the kind of day to bottle: a perfect spring day. Hard not to stretch and smile and feel happy to be alive on day like this.
Temper Temper
Oh yeah? Well, at least your wife didn’t hijack the TV to watch Dancing with the Stars leaving you to follow this horseshit of a ball game–Curtis Granderson’s fine running catch and a couple of first inning pops (Jeter, Grandy) notwithstanding–on your phone and your laptop.
Lots of muttering and then flat-out cursing as that meathead, Captain Horseshit himself, Carl Pavano had his way with the Yanks and the Twins cruised to a 7-3 win. Yanks had a 3-2 lead after the first and then, well, I don’t want to talk about it, okay? Is it too early to be irked by a crappy game? Apparently not. I sulked like a brat. The wife stopped just short of telling me to put a muzzle on it.
Ah, whadda ya gunna do? They’ll get ’em tomorrow night.
[Image by Ron English; Photo Credit: Al Bello/Getty Images]
Keep it Movin’
It’s Fab Five Freddy vs. Carl Pavano as the Yanks and Twins begin a four-game series at the Stadium.
1. Derek Jeter SS
2. Curtis Granderson CF
3. Alex Rodriguez 3B
4. Robinson Cano 2B
5. Mark Teixeira 1B
6. Nick Swisher RF
7. Raul Ibanez DH
8. Russell Martin C
9. Brett Gardner LF
Never mind the creamy filling: Let’s Go Yank-ees!
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Archival Footage
The New Yorker has opened the archives for these pieces on LBJ by Robert Caro.
Dig in.
[Photo Credit: George Tames/The New York Times via The Lively Morgue]
Taster’s Cherce
Shaved thin, your best olive oil, lemon (or quality vinegar), maldon salt.
Dig this lovely post over at The Dog’s Breakfast.
Same As it Ever Was
The Sox won three straight over the Rays this past weekend but where there is Bobby there is mishegoss.
Picture This
Our Man from Brooklyn by Summer Anne.
Return of the Boom Bap Means Just That
It was only the bottom of the fourth inning and the Yankees were feeling good about themselves. Alex Rodriguez and Robinson Cano and Mark Teixeira helped the team out to a 5-1 lead. Hisanori Takahashi, the long man in the Angels bullpen–a junkballing nibbler–walked Russell Martin to start the inning and then Brett Gardner fouled off a bunch of pitches before hitting a single to center field. Derek Jeter took the first three pitches, all balls. Then he snuck a look over at someone in the Yankee dugout.
I figured the look, the hint of a smile, meant he was going to swing, 3-0 if he got a meatball. Sure enough Takahashi laid one right down the middle. Jeter took a huge swing and almost came out of his shoes. It was a swing to make Reggie proud. The ball was fouled back. Jeter fouled off the next pitch too. Then he smacked one over the fence in right field for a three-run homer.
Ivan Nova gave two back in the fifth and another run in the sixth. Could have been more trouble in the sixth but Rodriguez made a nice play to end the inning.
But because this is Sunday Night Baseball things are not meant to be brief or easy. So Rafael Soriano walked the lead-off hitter in the seventh and that man came around to score on a base hit by Albert Pujols. Soriano recorded two outs but left the game with the bases loaded, the Yanks lead cut to 8-5. Fortunately, our nerves were settled when David Robertson got Mark Trumbo to fly out to right field on a 2-2 pitch.
(My mind was calculating: does this set up Mariano vs. Albert?)
A walk and stolen base by Robbie Cano and then a two-out single by Nick Swisher put the Yanks back up by four. Better still, Jason Isringhausen came in and gave up an absolute bomb to Raul Ibanez.
Fuggin thing reached the upper deck in right field.
All Tori Hunter could say was: “Wow.”
Mariano vs. Albert would have to wait. Tonight, it was Logan vs. Albert and Logan struck him out, go figure that.
Final Score: Yanks 11, Angels 5.
A nice way to start the week.
Sunday Night Special
Mo won’t be alone wearing the number 42 on Jackie Robinson Day.
1. Jeter, SS
2. Granderson, CF
3. A-Rod, 3B
4. Cano, 2B
5. Teixeira, 1B
6. Swisher, RF
7. Ibanez, DH
8. Martin, C
9. Gardner, LF
Let’s Go Yank-ees!
It Fait Chaud
Knicks vs. Heat at the Garden this afternoon.
Like old times, sort of. The Heat have not played well lately. This’d be a huge game for the Knicks to win…
[Photo Via: Gruesome Twosome]
Sundazed Soul
Jam it on the One…
"This ain't football. We do this every day."
--Earl Weaver
--Earl Weaver