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The Mets are playing this afternoon. So are the Sox.

Have at it if you’d like.

[Photos Via: Observando and One Fast Move or I’m Gone]

The last time I was in the Metro was to see “The Titanic” of all things. The upper west side movie theater–the spot where Woody goes to see “Duck Soup” in “Hannah and her Sisters”–has been closed for a while but is now set to re-open.

Nice.

A root beer float is a good thing. Cream soda float would work too.

[Photo Credit: The Improvised Life]

Today’s gem from Summer Anne.

Yeah.

[Photo Via Discretely Charming]

I watched the end of the game last night by myself. The wife had gone to bed long before Mariano Rivera appeared. I lay on the living room floor, stretching, and appreciated the moment–another chance to watch Rivera pitch. Endy Chavez, a slap-hitting left-hander, led off and Rivera pounded him with cutters inside. Chavez was tough, fouling off pitch-after-pitch, until he was caught looking by a pitch on the outside corner. A generous call by the umpire it seemed to me, a Rivera call.

J.J. Hardy, a righty, was next, and when Rivera got ahead of him he kept the ball outside and Hardy popped up to Robinson Cano for the second out. Which left it up to Nick Markakis, who was 6-17 in his career against Rivera. He looked at a fastball on the outside part of the plate for a strike and then broke his bat on a cutter inside–the ball went foul. Rivera threw another cutter, high and inside, that Markakis didn’t offer at and he also looked at the next pitch, the outside fastball. The pitch went straight to the catcher’s mitt but it was just outside for a ball.

I was lying on my back now. My cat had curled up next to my left shoulder and I wondered what Rivera’s next move would be–back inside with the cutter or double-up on the outside pitch? He went back outside, painted the corner beautifully. The pitch was better than the one before. Markakis didn’t swing and was called out on strikes and alone in my dark living room I laughed so hard that had to cover my mouth so I wouldn’t wake the wife.

[Photo Credit: Rob Carr/Getty Images; Drawing by Moebius]

Derek Jeter SS
Nick Swisher RF
Robinson Cano 2B
Alex Rodriguez 3B
Mark Teixeira 1B
Curtis Granderson CF
Andruw Jones DH
Russell Martin C
Brett Gardner LF

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

[Picture by Laurie Rollitt]

Take me out to the Polo Grounds.

Serious Eats offers a list of 10 Italian cookbooks. I’m glad they included one from Diane Seed.

Djano.

[Photo Credit: Bags ]

Another Yankee favorite by Summer Anne Burton.

One of the least reported aspects of Derek Jeter’s game is his sense of playfulness on the field.

Last night, Eduardo Nunez almost dropped a pop up in the ninth inning. The wind took the ball and Nunez for a ride but he eventually snagged the ball and made the out. Sure enough, there was Jeter with a big smile on his face. If Nunez had dropped the ball he wouldn’t have laughed–at least not until they were out of camera range. He is always tactful.

Still, Jeter never gets cheated on having fun, does he?

This is supposed to be fun, dammit.

New town, new team, new day.

Derek Jeter, SS
Nick Swisher, RF
Robinson Cano, 2B
Alex Rodriguez, DH
Mark Teixeira, 1B
Curtis Granderson, CF
Andruw Jones, LF
Rusell Martin, C
Eduardo Nunez, 3B
Ivan Nova, P

Get ’em, boys.

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

Meanwhile, over in Japan…our pal Mr. Ok Tokyo Jazz’s kids get ready to watch the Yankee game on-line.

“They are just starting to understand ‘home run’ means Daddy is happy and that ‘Joe Girardi’ is a curse word in our home,” says Jazz.

I’m proud to host a week of Yankee illustrations by talented Summer Anne Burton. If you are not following her work, be sure to bookmark her site: Every Hall of Famer.

“Large Figurative Sculpture” By William King (date unknown)

Dig this gallery of old New York over at our favorite hang, How To Be a Retronaut.

More basic goodness from David Lebovitz.

And I’m totally relaxed.