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I’m back at work today so I didn’t stay up and watch the game last night. Truth be told, I had a bad feeling on my way to the newsstand this morning, but was pleasantly surprised to discover that the Yanks defeated the Angels in another close game. Jon Lieber was economical again against an aggresive Anahiem team, and the Yankee offense was patient, drawing eleven walks. (Derek Jeter didn’t collect a hit but he did draw a bases-loaded walk which brought home the winning run) However, they didn’t capitalize on the free passes, scoring only four runs. It was enough though. Jason Giambi was back in the line up and he hit a two-run homer. Alex Rodriguez had a double and a triple, and Joe Torre was tossed for the first time this season, arguing balls and strikes in the sixth inning.

The Yanks remain a half-a-game behind the Red Sox who beat the Devil Rays, 4-1. Tampa Bay is the worst team in the league. According to the Boston Globe Sweet Lou isn’t thrilled and delighted at the state of affairs:

“I don’t read newspapers,” [Piniella] said. “There’s nothing for me to read newspapers about. I don’t know what was written, I don’t know what was said, I don’t have to address anything. All I know is I’m tired of losing. That I am tired of. Nothing more, nothing less. Just tired of the losing.”

It’s going to be an exhausting season down in Tampa.

What a rude welcome home. 1-0. I sailed up to Cooperstown on Sunday afternoon and took in the Yankee game on the radio until I lost reception somewhere around Albany. It was a crisp game on a beautiful day, and the Yanks pulled it out, 2-1. About 20 miles outside of Coopertown, I passed a used bookstore on the side of the road. I couldn’t resist. A sign on the screen door said to be mindful of the cat. There were four older ladies in the store, kneeling on the floor, sifting through piles of murder-mystery paperbacks, yacking it up. They had a small selection of baseball books and dig this, I come away with a good paperback copy of “Joe, You Coulda Made Us Proud,” Joe Pepitone’s goombah tell-all; an excellent paperback copy of Roger Angell’s “Five Seaons,” and a good paperback edition of Craigh Wright and Tom House’s book, “The Diamond Appraised,” for $2.15. Good bless the sticks.

I had a productive time in Cooperstown; it was nice to be out of the city for a minute, and it sure is beautiful upstate New York. A tough return home though as the Yankees lost a close one last night in Anahiem. I knew that Javier Vasquez wasn’t going to get out-pitched by Aaron Sele again, and he wasn’t. But Sele was good enough and the Angels bullpen was terrific.

The Yanks had a chance to win the game in the ninth. Troy Percival hit Jorge Posada with a pitch that skipped inside. But did it really hit him? It was a close call and Scioscia came out to argue. Next Hideki Matsui hit a ball on the screws that smacked off Percival. Posada moved to second and Godzilla was thrown out at first. Two out and Bernie Williams smacked the first pitch he saw into right for a single. Posada is hauling ass around third, and he’s got some load to haul. Vlad Guerrero is like Clint Eastwood in right: doom. The throw is on-line but comes in on a few hops. Jose Molina blocks the plate nicely, Posada slides in ahead of the tag, but is called out.

The ump was behind Molina and didn’t have a good view of the plate. Anyhow, the Yanks didn’t get the call, and nobody on their bench put up any fuss. But after watching the replays there were a lot of unhappy campers up late in New York no matter if Posada was really hit with Percival’s pitch or not. The Bombers wasted a solid outing from Vasquez.

The offense couldn’t get going all night. (Kenny Lofton was inexplicably thrown out trying to steal third with Rodriguez up and one out in the eighth). The Angels pitched well, and eventually their offense caught up with Paul Quantrill. But Aaron Sele again? Okay, fine. He won’t get them a third time in a row, believe that. The Red Sox won and are back in first place by a half a game. (Boston doesn’t know when Nomar and Nixon will return. The Sox are still getting better production out of short than the Yankees are.)

Of course, it is easier to get over the loss simply because Randy Johnson’s perfect game was so winning. The smile on his face when he saw how his young catcher was freakin out, going nuts, after recording the final out, was priceless.

Oh and not for nothing, I sure do miss Soriano. Which is not to say that I wish the Yankees had him and not Alex Rodriguez. I’m happy with the trade and I love watching Rodriguez play. But I still miss Lil Sori. Jack Curry has a good piece on Soriano, who is doing just fine with Texas, in the Times today. I like the closing line: “The only bad moment I had,” Soriano said, “was when I heard the trade.”

Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda

On an uncomfortably warm Saturday afternoon in the Bronx, the Yanks lost a game that they should have won. It was another long, sometimes tedious affair, but there was plenty of entertainment to be had. After coming back to tie the game, the Yankees had the bases loaded with one in the bottom of the ninth with Alex Rodriguez and Jason Giambi due up, but they did not score. In the bottom of the 12th, Rodriguez slid home with what would have been in the winning run, but he not been called out. It was a close play, and it appeared that Rodriguez got his foot in there before he was tagged.

But he didn’t get the call, and in the next inning, the Mariners roughed up Gabe White for six runs, and that was that

“We’re not going to go home with the ice cream cone all the time,” Yankees Manager Joe Torre said. (NY Times)

Seattle put an end to their six-game losing streak. It was disapointing that the Yankees lost, especially since they had a chance to win on a day that Donovan Osborne pitched. Still, even when they were trailing, it felt like they were ahead. The Yankees have some of their old swagger back. No matter how far they are down, you get the feeling that they think they’ll come back.

Donovan Osborne got into trouble in the second inning again. But instead of six runs, he just allowed four this time, only two earned. The second two runs came how when Alex Rodriguez booted a grounder. But he would make up for it with a two-run bomb to straight-away center in the third, and a solo homer (that barely made it over the wall) in the fifth. His second homer tied the game.

It was a tough day for Jamie Moyer who was getting killed by home plate ump Chris Guccione. Squeezed is an understatment, he was getting robbed. The ump was taking away all of Moyer’s weapons. It got so bad that Bob Melvin had to get himself kicked out of the game over it.

Seattle went up by three on a bases clearing double by Dan Wilson, but Hideki hit one off the facade of the Upper Deckie, then Bernie hit a solo shot to tie the game once again.

For sure I thought Rodriguez would come through in the ninth with the bases juiced and just one out. Here was his “defining” game as a Yankee, right? Made the error, made up for it with the two homers. Did I think he was going to hit a third? You betcha. But hey, even a sac fly would have done the trick. But reliever J.J. Putz–pronounced “puts”–got him to break his bat and pop up in the infield. To be fair to Rodriguez, Putz made a heck of a pitch, up and in. Giambi, who was 0-6, grounded out sharply to first to end the inning. Giambi didn’t look comfortable; his hip is bothering him. According to the Daily News:

Joe Torre described Giambi as doubtful for today’s game against the Mariners. Giambi, who was in obvious pain after the game, said he’d feel better with a day off, especially with an off-day coming up tomorrow. Giambi chastised himself for staying in the game after the initial spasms, saying, “I should’ve been smarter and come out. It was stupid. It kept getting worse. … It was hard to bend over and swinging didn’t help it. That wasn’t the smartest thing, either. Now I’ve got to get it to stop constricting. It’s not structural.”

Good job of pitching by Putz, but can we talk? Anyone who spells their name “Putz” but pronounces it “Puts” is a putz where I’m from.

My favorite moment of the game was when Gary Sheffield tatooied a home run to left field off of Jamie Moyer in the second. Sheff has been stinging the ball for weeks. Only trouble is, the majority of his hard-hit balls have been foul. But yesterday, he hit Moyer’s second-inning offering so hard the ball didn’t have time to go foul. I think it was ascared to go foul. It was a “We-Make-Holes-in-Teeth”, Cavity Creeps, “Hasan-Chop” blast, and it was worth yelling about. (I got up off the couch and stomped around the living room.) Evil Empire is right. When the Yankees are down, you can hear the Empirial March theme in your head as they send bruiser after bruiser to the plate. If nothing else, there is a lot of beef on the Yankees this year.

The Sox won and are back in first place. Kevin Brown pitches Sunday before the Yankees go on a four-town road trip starting Monday (Anahiem, Texas, Baltimore, Tampa Bay). I’m headed up to Cooperstown New York this afternoon to spend a couple of days in the research library for the Flood book I’ve been working on. I haven’t been to the Hall in over twenty years, so it should be a fine time. Anyhow, it’ll be good to just get in the car and get out of the city for a minute. I’ve got a stack of cds that I just burned, so I’m good to go.

I doubt that I’ll have access to the Internet–unless Bruce Markusen lends me his machine for 15 minutes tomorrow morning–but I’ll be back on Wednesday. In the meantime, check out all of the Yankee-related links listed to the right, and feel free to leave any comments or observations you might have while I’m gone in the “comments” section below.

Walk on By

On the night that I became an uncle for the very first time–congrats to my bro and his wife and the newest Yankee fan in New York, Lucas William Belth–the Yanks beat the Mariners 9-5, in a long, sometimes painful affair at the Stadium. It remains humid in New York, and last night’s game was a deliberate and slow as the previous two games against the Angels were brisk, and quick. Though Mike Mussina was far from sharp, he hung around to earn the victory. Everything equals out in the end, right? For all those 2-1 gems that Mussina has lost, he’s entitled to win a stinker every once in a blue moon.

The Yankees offense wasn’t explosive, but they were patient, and the Mariner’s simply could not throw strikes, walking ten in all. (My man Bernie had two solid hits and a couple of RBI.) This was a brutal game to watch if you are a Seattle fan. I’m sure the Mariners can’t wait to get back to the ballpark this afternoon for some more of that cherce bp that Donovan Osborne served up last weekend.

Old man Moyer goes for Seattle. Anyhow, I’m giddy about being an uncle, and still reeling a bit from the Nets’ exciting triple overtime win against the Pistons. Veal Scalabrine

“Bernie always starts off slow,” Jeter said. “I don’t really think it’s anything new. But he’s the type of hitter where if he gets hot, he can hit .450 for a month and people forget about what he did.” (New York Times)

Jon Lieber retired the first eleven Angels he faced yesterday before Jeff Devanon singled to right. (The Yanks already had a 3-0 lead, thanks in part to two RBI singles to left field by Jason Giambi.) Lieber’s next pitch was smacked to center by Vlad Guerrero and then Jose Guillen tagged an off-speed pitch that was high and over the plate over the right field fence to tie the game. (Jeez, when you are hot, you’re hot.) The rookie Casey Kotchman followed and nearly came out of his spikes he swung so hard at one offering. I thought Lieber might put one in his ear; instead, the threw a strike and Kotchman ripped a single passed Miguel Cairo into center field.

Then Lieber retired the next eleven batters before allowing a one-out double to Adam Kennedy in the eighth. Lieber finished the frame and left with a 6-3 lead. (The Yanks added a run in the bottom of the inning.) In the ninth, Tom Gordon walked the lead off hitter, recorded an out (Vladi), then allowed a single–to Guillen–who else?–before he was replaced by Mariano Rivera. Casey Kotchman singled in a run, then Jose Molina whiffed. Molina’s brother, Benji, walked to load the bases, but Rivera came back to K Shane Halter to give the Yanks the win.

Lieber was the story of the day, and so was Bernie Williams who had three hits, including a double and a home run. Funny what happens when your manager scolds you, especially in public. Torre and hitting coach, Don Mattingly, still have faith in Williams. Joel Sherman reports:

Torre is asked about the conventional wisdom, that there is nothing more difficult than to coach a star player beyond his prime.

“Except what makes that tough is that normally the player thinks he’s better than the manager thinks,” Torre said, delving into the fuzziness of Bernie World. “This is the other way around. This is unique in that regard.”

…Sentimentality is not permitted, and Mattingly and Torre claim they are seeing Williams with objective eyes.

“I like Bernie, period. Still, you have to separate that,” Mattingly said. “I know hitting. Joe knows hitting. You can see it [that Williams can still hit]. It’s there. We’ve told him, ‘You can still play, and we’re not lying.’ “

Mike Lupica adds:

Mattingly talked then about watching Williams grow up in baseball, the way Yankee fans have, talked about how Yankee fans who have been around – not the ones who decided they were madly in love with the Yankees in October of 1996 – root as hard for Bernie Williams as they do for anybody in the place.

“Bernie is theirs,” Mattingly said. “He did grow up in front of these people, from the bad time into the great times. You can hear it when he does something. They want him to keep going.”

It was a good win for the Yankees, particularly after they were embarrassed on Wednesday night. Jorge Posada appears to be fine–he’ll miss another couple of games–and harbors no ill-will toward Alfredo Amezaga or the Angels. The same cannot be said for the thin-skinned Jose Guillen, who had some cherce words for Paul Quantrill:

“Trust me, I’m not afraid of anyone,” said Guillen, who hit a three-run homer off Jon Lieber in the fourth yesterday. “You tell him that.

“I don’t give a [bleep] if he has 20 years in the [bleeping] big leagues. He can shove it up his [bleep].”

Quantrill dismissively said, “I don’t need a war of words with this guy. What’s his first name?

“The fact is, if he wants to stare and rant because someone pitches him in, he needs to grow up and learn the game . . . I guess I didn’t get the memo that you are not allowed to pitch Guillen in.”

Jack Curry correctly notes that a good little rivalry is brewing between the Angels and Yanks:

The Angels do not fear the Yankees and privately relished the idea that they helped create a tenser atmosphere at Yankee Stadium with their bruising victory Wednesday. The intensity is not within light-years of the intensity surrounding Yankees-Red Sox, but it is intensifying.

…What should concern the Yankees about this series is how comfortable the Angels were against Rivera. The Angels had four hits, including Bengie Molina’s two-run homer, and a walk in nine plate appearances. Rivera struck out three, but he looked mortal against a patient lineup, blowing one save and struggling to earn another.

Not to mention the fact that the Angels were playing without G. Anderson and Tim Salmon (Troy Glaus sat out yesterday too). The Angels, like the Red Sox, are a worthy rival; a well-rounded team with plenty of appealing personalities, as well as some guys who are oh so easy to root against. Oh yeah, they are good too. It should be interesting to see how things pan out next week in California.

Ruben Sierra had two hits, including a solo dinger, and Derek Jeter continues to look like his old self. He doubled down the third base line to lead off the game, and was robbed of another double by a Amezaga in his next at bat. Hideki Matsui homered and doubled halting a mini-slump, which made two of his biggest fans happy. The YES cameras were in love with an amusing Japanese couple that has been at each of the Angel games. The man, who looked to be in his 30s, wore glasses and a Godzilla hood over his head, as well as a pinstriped Matsui jersey. Dude had a Godzilla hand-puppet on his left hand and a held a Godzilla doll in his right hand. (His girl had wore a Matsui jersey too, and also rocked the hood and hand puppet as well.) Before each pitch he tapped the two dolls together, and for two games, he had nothing to show for it. But yesterday, he was as happy as you can imagine.

Alex Rodriguez continues to look impressive in the field, making a nice charging play on a bunt by Amezega in the third. The funniest moment in the game came in the eighth when Tony Clark scored from first on Matsui’s double to left. Clark started his head-first slide about half way between third and home. It was a ridiculously long slide and when Clark picked himself up, he raised his eyebrow—looking a lot like a young John Cryer–and offered a goofy smile to his teammates, who were already having a good laugh.

The Yanks moved into first by a half-game as the surging Blue Jays pounded Curt Schilling and the Red Sox in Toronto last night.

I can’t watch the game this afternoon, but I sure hope the Yanks can rebound from last night’s loss. John Lackey goes against Jon Lieber uptown in the Bronx, where it is hot and sticky. Anyone watching who wants to leave their impressions or who have some cherce comments, feel free to chime in. Thanks.

This will not stand. This aggression will not stand.

The Temperature is Rising

Remember at the start of the season how I wondered if and when the Yankees would get into a brawl this year? Well, I thought it might go down last night. It didn’t, but the Angels are a team that would have made Leo Durocher proud. They are aggresive and fiesty and they certainly aren’t intimidated by the Big Bad Yankees. Anahiem blew the doors off of a close, quickly played game in the eighth inning last night, and when it was all over there was plenty of hard feelings for the New Yorkers. I know I was simmering, and I’m not too much happier the morning after. (Aaron Sele. I hope you are happy Alex Ciepley.)

In the second inning, Jorge Posada was hit in the face by a side-armed throw from rookie shortstop Alfredo Amezaga. Posada was trying to break up a double play, and slide toward Amezaga and not the bag. The ball actually hit his hand or chest first, but it was a violent play. While the Yankees didn’t think it was dirty, they didn’t feel it was necessary either. According to the Times:

“It was a simple double play, and I thought he could have just gone over the top and gotten the double play without doing that,” Torre said of Amezaga’s throwing style. “I’m not saying he wanted to hurt him, but I didn’t think it was necessary to do that.”

…Amezaga said he spoke with Yankees designated hitter Bernie Williams and third base coach Luis Sojo about Posada’s condition. Told it was serious, Amezaga was distressed.

“Bernie said that he was going to be out for a while,” Amezaga said. “After hearing that, it comes to your mind, ‘What have I done?’ It’s part of baseball, I wasn’t trying to hit him, and this was the first time it’s happened to me. It would be good to call him, and I will see how he’s doing.”

Yankees reliever Paul Quantrill, who saw the play from the bullpen and later gave up three runs in the Angels’ five-run eighth inning, did not understand why Amezaga threw it the way he did.

“I don’t know why the kid had to get down that low,” Quantrill said. “Last I remember, Jorge wasn’t a world-class sprinter. He wasn’t even that close to the bag. From the bullpen, it looked like Jorge was trying to get down. I don’t know if he would have even reached the bag.”

The next contentious moment came in the bottom of the fifth when Alex Rodriguez came to bat. Angels catcher Benji Molina had some stern words for Rodriguez concerning Molina’s fourth inning ground out to third. On that play, Rodriguez took about ten steps toward first before getting rid of the ball. Rodriguez was practically at the pitcher’s mound. He could have run the ball to first and still beaten Molina to the bag. After the play, Jeter was in stiches on the field. It’s one of the reasons Jeter is so likable. His laughter in the course of competition is genuine and easy. Rodriguez smiled too.

But Molina didn’t appreciate it one bit. Maybe he thought that Rodriguez was trying to show him up. I don’t think that was the case–Rodriguez just stuttered with his feet trying to gain his footing–but I don’t blame Molina for being sore. So what happens the next time Molina comes to the plate? He grounds out softly, very softly to third. Most big leaguers would have made the play close, if not beat the throw, but you can time Molina with a calendar, and he was thrown out easily. It was as if there was some cruel joke being played on him.

Jaiver Vasquez allowed a two-run homer to Jose Guillen in the first and later gave up a solo shot to Adam Kennedy. He wasn’t especially sharp again, but he settled down and pitched into the eighth. What was especially agonizing for this Yankee fan was watching wack-ass Aaron Sele (who is 5-15 lifetime against New York including the playoffs) pitching well.

The Angels added a fourth run off of Vasquez in the eighth, and Javey was fuming as he left the game. Paul Quantrill came in and intentionally walked Vlad. The 2-0 pitch was up to Jose Guillen, who did his best Manny Ramirez whip around like it was close to hitting him. Guillen, the pretty-faced slugger, glared at Quantrill and started flapping his yap. “Lighten up Francis,” I yelled from my couch. “Why in the hell is Quantrill going to hit you with two men on in a close game, you mo-mo?”

“With his 20 years in the league, I guess he didn’t like that,” Quantrill said of Guillen, an eight-year veteran. “So he decided he wanted to stare at me for a while. I told him if he wanted to come out to the mound to discuss it, he should.”

The Angels put on the double steal on the next play, and Guillen was then intentionally walked to load the bases. Everyone came home on Casey Kotchman’s double to the left field gap. The Angels were now up, 8-2.

(The fat joke continued as Benji Molina followed by tapping out weakly to Rodriguez at third.)
In the bottom of the inning, Scott Shields struck Derek Jeter out looking to start the frame. Jeter, who had two hits on the night, was not happy and starting woofing at the home plate ump Larry Poncino from the dugout. You could read his lips saying, “Bear down, the game’s not over yet.” I thought Jeter was going to get tossed. (Has he ever been thrown out of a game?) He didn’t and Shields got squeezed on a couple of pitches to Rodriguez who would reach on an error, and was straight-out robbed on a 1-2 pitch to Giambi. Shields almost popped out of his uniform. Giambi flew out to the wall in left field.

The Angels didn’t relent in the ninth, stealing bases and taking advantage of lazy fielding by the Yanks. Jose Guillen hit a double off the center field wall, and Cadillaced his way around first. Who does this guy think he is, Alfonso Soriano? He scored on a mental error by Jason Giambi. In the bottom of the ninth, Bernie Williams–who had a double on the night–reached on an error in the ninth, but he didn’t run the ball out either and instead of standing on second, he was stuck at first. Piteful Bernie, piteful.

In all, what started as a crisp, efficient game turned into a laughter for the Angels and a humilating loss for the Yankees. For Yankee fans it brought back memories of the 2002 playoffs. What’s worse, this Angel team looks to be better than the 2002 edition. I thought the two teams might actually throw down last night. They play the rubber game of the series this afternoon. John Lieber is pitching for the Yanks. He throws strikes and the Angels aren’t shy about swining the bat. It could be a long afternoon. It is going to be very hot and uncomfortable in the Bronx today. It will fell worse if the Angels stick it to the Yanks again.

The only silver lining last night was that the Sox lost to the Indians again.

Work

As Mark McClusky noted earlier this spring, writing about how difficult it is to play baseball is a tired cliche. Still, as trite as it may sound, baseball-as-hard-work is a metaphor that suits me to a tee. More to the point, I am inspired by how much hard work it takes to play the game. When Derek Jeter can struggle as mightily as he has this season, I know it’s not because of a lack of effort on his part. He’s just got to eat humble pie like the rest of us. Actually, I feel good knowing how much work he puts into improving his game because it helps me push myself.

Sound corny? Maybe it is, but it works for me. One of the reasons is because of my own relationship to work. It’s not that I’m a poor worker–far from it–but I’m often a resentful worker. My sense of entitlement and grandiosity have a nasty habit of getting in my way: I’m too smart, charming and talented to have to work so hard, man. Aren’t I above this? Instead of looking at work as the key to eventual success and happiness I look at it as a form of punishment, an affront to my greatness. Plus, I get so wrapped up in what I want the results to be that I am unable to appreciate the process.

I struggle with this daily. It hasn’t kept me from busting my tail at my 9-5, or spending most of my free time writing a book. Yet I’m often so pissed off about having to do the work, that I exhaust myself, and find that I don’t have the energy I need to get everything done.

Writing is a lot like playing baseball in that it is simply very difficult to do well. There is some inspiration involved of course, but I find that writing is mostly a process of rewriting and editing and rewriting again. There is nothing glamourous about it, though it is extremely rewarding. My grandfather was a writer. He worked for the Brooklyn Eagle in the 1920s and later as a publicist for the ADL. When I was a kid he wrote a book about the history of anti-semitism in American called “A Promise to Keep.”

Recently, my father shared his enduring memory of watching grandpa write. “I don’t remember him at the typewriter, but I do have a clear image of him reviewing what he had written, sitting at the dinning room table. He made corrections by hand, and…he struggled. None of it came easily. It was very difficult for him.”

My grandfather wrote in a clean, succint style out of the E.B. White school. I was thankful to my dad for sharing that story because I’ve found that writing the Curt Flood book has been extremely hard. I felt comforted in realizing that for most people, writing is tough stuff. It ain’t supposed to be easy. Duh.

All of this started floating around in my head last night after I watched Joe Torre’s manager report on the Yankee pre-game. He was speaking about Bernie Williams and Torre mentioned that unlike Jeter, Bernie was not an instinctive player. Anyone who has watched Williams over the course of time knows this, but Torre meant that because he doesn’t have a natural feel for the game, it is that much harder for him to break out of a slump. Torre mentioned just how hard playing baseball is for Williams, and quite frankly, that’s why I Bernie’s been one of my favorites. I know how hard it is for him. That’s what has made his career so rewarding to follow. He had to bust his ass, and seriously apply himself, to get succeed.

I’m not ready to give up on Bernie yet, but even if he is close to the end, I’ll always look back on his career and be amazed by what he has accomplished, not by what he hasn’t done. And knowing that it’s such a grind for him helps me take it easy on myself when I find myself struggling, and fighting the process too.

Up All Night

Just who do the Yankees think they are: the Red Sox? The Bombers are making a habit of winning games in dramatic, come-from-behind fashion this season. Amen, brother. They played a wild game against the Angels on a muggy and wet spring night in New York. The weather was a harbinger of a hot New York summer (“Dog Day Afternoon” hot, “Do the Right Thing” hot), and the game was delayed twice by rain. Kevin Brown was far from stellar, and Mariano Rivera blew his first save of the year. However, Derek Jeter and Alex Rodriguez had three hits each, and Gary Sheffield drove in the winning run in extra innings to give the Bombers the “w.” Oh yeah, some guy named Ruben Sierra came up big for New York again.

I caught Peter Gammons on Baseball Tonight during the second rain delay, and he was asked who was harder to hit against right now: Franciso Rodriguez or Mariano Rivera. He made the correct call and went with Rodriguez. So would you believe that they both pitched one inning last night, both gave up three hits (Rivera allowed two earned runs, Rodriguez one earned, one unearned), and both blew saves for the first time all year? Go figure.

I was supposed to go to the game with Jay Jaffe but I couldn’t make it on the count of having to work late. Man, I hope Jay stayed for the whole thing. (I’ll link his report once he’s got it up.) While you are waiting, peep Larry Mahnken’s excellent write-up, “An Affair to Remember.”

The Angels are a great-looking team despite the fact that some of their best players are on the DL. They look every bit as good, if not better than the Red Sox (minus the sick starting pitching). My man Vlad Guerrero stroked an RBI double on the first pitch he saw from Kevin Brown, and later poked a solo homer to right off him too. (Brown’s stuff was up in the zone early.) For several seasons I’ve felt that Vlad is the Bizarro version of Alex Rodriguez. He’s as violent and raw as Rodriguez is smooth and polished. Vlad looks like he’s off the farm, while Rodriguez looks like he’s just off the runway. Off the field, he’s a withdrawn and demure as Rodriguez is gregarious and photogenic. Guerrero has heavy eye-lids and a sweet smile, though he’s not conventionally good-looking like Rodriguez. Actually, Vlad looks more like a goat than a sex symbol. (What are those creatures from mythology that are half human and half goats? That’s Vladi.) They are a fascinating contrast in styles, but are arguably the two best players under 30 in the game. Guerrero is all legs and ass, and he swings at balls and strikes alike. According to Jack Curry:

“Since I was a little boy, I’ve been swinging at everything I see that comes near home plate,” said Guerrero, who was at Yankee Stadium with the Angels last night. “That’s one thing I’ve never changed.”

The Yanks kept pace with the Sox, who beat the Indians in Beantown last night. And oh yeah, Rocket Clemens won again and is now 7-0. Yeesh.

Even with some of their best players on the DL, the Anahiem Angels are still the hottest team in the American League. I don’t have a fancy TV package, so I haven’t seen them yet. But Vlad Guerrero is one of my favorite players in the game, and I have to admit that I’m curious to see what this team is all about. John Harper previews Anahiem in the Daily News this morning, and yesterday I asked my good pal, California native Rich Lederer, for a quick scouting report. Here is what he has to say about Mike Scioscia’s bunch:

Bronx Banter: How is this team different from the 2002 champs?

Rich Lederer: Can you say Vladimir Guerrero? Vladi is by far the biggest difference between the 2002 and 2004 versions of the Angels. Jose Guillen, who was named A.L. Player of the Week on Monday, is another significant upgrade. The Angel left fielder had to be taken off the field on a stretcher with a sprained right knee and ankle after sliding awkwardly into second base on Sunday and is questionable for the series.
This year’s team has Guerrero and Guillen as compared to Scott Spiezio and Brad Fullmer. All the other starters are the same. Spiezio and Fullmer are teeny in comparison to these boppers.
Bartolo Colon, the other major addition to this year’s ballclub, gives the Angels a legitimate number one. However, he is not scheduled to pitch against the Yankees this week.
Other than that, the Angels are pretty much the same team that won it all in 2002 and went 77-85 in 2004. Health or lack thereof was the biggest difference between those two clubs and is likely to be the key to this year’s fortunes as well.

BB: Just how good is K-Rod?
RL: Yankees fans won’t want to hear this but Francisco Rodriguez (0.00 ERA in 17 IP with 28 Ks and only 4 BB) is even better than the pitcher who blew down the Bronx Bombers in the 2002 ALDS. In a word, K-Rod is unhittable. Rodriguez has one of the nastiest sliders in baseball to go along with a mid-90s fastball. Think Mariano Rivera circa 1996. When K-Rod enters the game in the seventh or eighth inning, it’s good morning, good afternoon, and good night.

BB: How is this team winning when they are so hurt? (What kind of competition have they faced?)

RL:The Angels are the hottest team in baseball, if not the best. The Halos are 9-0 in May after sweeping the Detroit Tigers and Tampa Bay Devil Rays–the teams with the worst records in 2003. Playing the Yankees on the road and at less than full strength may prove to be a whole ‘nother thing.
Anaheim has four key players currently on the disabled list and Guillen may be on the verge of making it five. Reliever Brendan Donnelly (1.82 career ERA, the lowest among all active pitchers with 100 or more IP) has been out all season with a fractured nose. All-Star outfielder Garret Anderson (upper back stiffness) hasn’t played since April 22. Designated hitter Tim Salmon went on DL on May 1 with an inflamed left knee. First baseman Darin Erstad joined the ward over the weekend with a strained right hamstring.

BB: Who and what exactly is a Chone Figgens?
RL: This Chone isn’t for dipping in coffee, but he can be dipped into the lineup at just about any position. Look for Figgins to start all three games in CF for the injured Anderson. He is a fun player to watch and is reminiscent of Mickey Rivers. Like Rivers, his game is all about speed. Figgins has five triples in 71 AB and is 9-for9 in SB attempts.

BB: Do you feel that the Angels are as good or better than the Sox and Yanks?
RL: The Angels are very good, but they are not as talented as the Red Sox and Yankees. They can beat you offensively with the long ball or by playing little ball. In addition, Anaheim has such a strong bullpen that if they can get six good innings out of their starter, they are a tough team to try and beat in the seventh, eighth, and ninth innings. Colon is a horse, but he would be no better than a #3 with Boston or just one of a deep four with New York.
BB: How are they better than New York? How are they worse?

RL: The matchups this series favors the Yankees in the first two games. Kelvim Escobar vs. Kevin Brown Tuesday night and Aaron Sele vs. Javier Vazquez on Wednesday. The Yankees own Escobar (32 hits and 14 walks in 18 1/3 innings last year) and all of baseball owns Aaron Sele. Well, maybe not own. That $8.7 million he’s earning per season is being paid for entirely by Arte Moreno although I think it would only be fair if the opposing teams chipped in, too. Vazquez has struck out 15 and walked only one vs. the current Angels players.
John Lackey, coming off a shutout and four quality starts in a row, gives the Angels their best shot at beating the Yanks on Thursday. New York will counter with Jon Lieber, who may be the Yankees version of Aaron Sele. Lieber, who has always been vulnerable against left-handed hitters, is fortunate that the Halos can only trot out Jeff DaVanon, Chone Figgins, Adam Kennedy, and Casey Kotchman. The latter–the organization’s #1 pick in the 2001 draft–will be facing his first major test in the big leagues this week in the Big Apple.
Look for A-Rod to have a big series as he has hit 9 HR in 78 AB vs. the scheduled Angels starters.
Here are my picks position by position (when healthy):
C – Posada, NYY: By a wide margin.

1B – Giambi, NYY: Over Erstad?

2B – Kennedy, ANA: Do the Yankees have a 2B?

SS – Jeter, NYY: Two misfits defensively but at least Jeter can hit.

3B – Rodriguez, NYY: You gotta go with A-Rod although Glaus nothing
to sneeze at.

LF – Guillen, ANA: Higher ceiling than Matsui.

CF – Anderson, ANA: No contest over Lofton or Williams at this point in their careers.

RF – Sheffield, NYY, and Guerrero, ANA (tie): Choose your weapon.

DH – Salmon, ANA: Father time has passed both Salmon and Williams by.
SP – NYY: At least with respect to The Big Three.

Bullpen – NYY and ANA (toss up): Two of the best in all of baseball.
Overall: Slight edge to Yankees.

Kim Quat

B.Y. Kim was knocked around by the Indians at Fenway Park on Monday, and by the end of the night he was knocked out of Boston’s starting rotation. According to Bob Hohler in the Boston Globe:

No sooner did the Sox hit the clubhouse after Kim’s second straight abysmal start — this time the struggling Korean surrendered six runs (four earned) on five hits, three walks and a hit batsman before he departed to a cascade of boos — than Francona and general manager Theo Epstein huddled behind closed doors with Kim, pitching coach Dave Wallace, and senior pitching adviser Tony Cloninger.

The message was clear: Bronson Arroyo would replace Kim in the rotation, taking the next turn Saturday against the Blue Jays in Toronto.

What remains to be seen is whether Kim reports to the bullpen, Triple A Pawtucket, or the team’s training and rehabilitation center in Fort Myers, Fla. The Sox gave Kim the night to consider the options.

In other Sox news, Johnny Damon will apparently shave his beard off later this month as part of a charity event. Hope you are not superstitious. And while we’re talking Boston, be sure and check out Gordon Edes’ piece on Dennis Eckersley in today’s Globe.

Donovan Osborne did his best Jose Contreras impression on Sunday afternoon, and was hammered by the Mariners in front of the largest crowd in Safeco Field’s history. He allowed six runs and didn’t make it through the second. But the Yankee bullpen held Seattle in check for the rest of the game, allowing the Bronx Bombers to catch up.

Alex Rodriguez hit a solo home run in the fourth and Jason Giambi added a three-run job in the sixth. The Yanks tied the game on Derek Jeter’s two-run homer in the seventh and took the lead for good on Hideki Matsui’s sac fly in the eighth.

Giambi’s home run was especially impressive. Going into his third at-bat against Seattle starter Jamie Moyer, Giambi had whiffed twice. With the count 1-1, Giambi fouled a ball towards first and broke his bat. He got a new stick and then took an off-speed pitch, off the plate to even the count at two. Moyer placed the following pitch right on the outside corner, but Giambi didn’t bite, and neither did the home plate umpire: full count. Moyer left the 3-2 pitch up in the zone and Giambi took a terrific cut and fouled the ball directly behind the plate, a sign that he narrowly missed clobbering it. Ah, there was his chance, the announcers said. Then wouldn’t you know it, Giambi smacked the next pitch into the right field stands. You can fool some of the sluggers some of the time, but you can’t fool all of ’em all of the time.

Jeter’s home run was a shot to dead center, and it sounded great off the bat. Oh, and Matsui’s sac fly came on a 3-0 pitch! The Yanks moved to within a game of Boston, who fell at home to the Royals yesterday. Today is an off-day, then the Yanks host the incredibly hot (and hurtin’) Angels at the stadium. It will be interesting to see how they fare against the team with the best record in the league.

We’re playing muscial chairs here at All-Baseball today. I’m trading spaces with Mark McClusky, who offers the following piece on one of my favorite Yankees, good ol’ Bernabee Williams. I have a short write-up over at Baysball on my favorite (non-Yankee) American League pitcher, Tim Hudson. (I’ll be back with a write-up of the Yankees’ come-from-behind, 7-6 win over the Mariners later in today.)

Enjoy. —Alex

End of the Road?

by Mark McClusky

The decline of a once great ballplayer is one of the hardest things in sports to watch, simply because itís possible for that player to hang on in an active role longer than in most sports. There are so few great players in the game that even as their skills deteriorate, theyíre still more valuable than the average player.

I come here today at Alexís kind invitation not to bury Bernie Williams, but to praise him. I havenít had a chance to watch him regularly since leaving New York City in 1999 to move out to the Bay Area, so what I get of Bernie are fleeting glimpses, either in matchups against the Oakland Aís, or in the postseason.

Maybe my lack of regular exposure to Bernie is one reason for the shock I felt watching him in the six games the Aís and Yankees finished up last week. Because, frankly, he didnít look like a major league hitter. Bill King, the long-time Aís announcer (and one of the true joys of being an Aís fan), described some of the swings that Williams took at the Stadium when the Aís were in town as the worst swings heíd ever seen a big leaguer take.

He was right. Itís clear that Bernie is, physically, a mess. Heís had reoccurring knee problems, and heís got chronic shoulder issues that limit his range of motion. What that means is that heís not driving the ball at all. Itís a mess, as you see his swing breakdown even as he takes it.

Thatís all led to this line, which Iím sure you Yankee fans donít need reminding of: .197/.297/.262. Goddamn, Bernie Williams OPS is .559. Thatís Neifi Perez territory, and a shame, because Williams has been an underappreciated offensive player for over a decade.

I moved to New York in 1994, at the same time that the Yankees were starting to shake off the memories of the 80s and early 90s, and becoming a team worth watching. I bought tickets at the Stadium, upper deck right behind the plate, and got to see a team come together. Jeter came up, Wetteland was there. Paul OíNeill. And Bernie, the quiet centerfielder who was also somehow the stabilizing factor on the team.

I really do think of the first part of the Yankees current run as Williams team, no matter how much hype has piled up around Jeter over the seasons. They werenít teams built with dozens of free agents, and George had receded to the background, for once. Instead, those teams, culminating in the 1998 juggernaut, just went out and played hard every day. They were a business-like, almost corporate team, and some people never loved them for that.

Nostalgia for the Bronx Zoo days always seemed misplaced to me. The Yankees, at that point, were strangely likable, even for die-hard Yankee-haters. They played the game hard, and played it well. Something that didnít get noticed as much at the time was the emphasis that the Yankees placed on getting on-base; playing Moneyball while Michael Lewis was still writing about business.

In my time reporting on baseball, I never got a chance to talk to Williams, much to my disappointment. I know this is moving into some dangerous territory, but there always seemed to be a straight-line you could draw between Bernie and the Yankee icon to end all icons, Joe DiMaggio. I did get a chance to meet DiMaggio before he died, and you couldnít help but be struck by his grace and almost regal carriage. Thereís more than a little than that in Bernie. “Classy” is overused, but in this case, it fits.

Which is why itís so hard for me to see him struggle. Iíve always like Williams, and more importantly, Iíve always respected him. Heís only 35, but it seems his days as an effective player are likely over. Heís earned the right to go out on his own terms; I just hope that the Yankees, recast in Bronx Zoo mode, will let that happen.

The Mariners hit the ball hard against Mike Mussina in the first two innings last night but couldn’t score a run. Mussina pitched out of jams in both innings, then quickly settled down and pitched his finest game of the year. Moose went eight, and didn’t allow a run. For the first half of the game Seattle’s baby-faced starter, Gil Meche blanked the Yankees too. However, they chased him from the game in the seventh as Rodriguez-Giambi-Sheffield and Posada hit a string of consecutive doubles to put the Yanks on the board.

The following inning, Bernie Williams connected on a 3-2 pitch for a single to center. After Rodriguez whiffed, then Giambo homered to right. Sheffield scorched a double to right field and Jorgie doubled him home. Done and done. Paul Quantrill pitched a scoreless ninth, which is great because Flash Gordon and Mo Rivera will be rested plenty for Sunday.

Watching the game, I couldn’t help but chuckle at the fact that Rich Lederer and I chose to write a piece on Bernie Williams and Derek Jeter this spring. Williams has traditionally struggled early in the season, but now that he’s older, it’s easier to say, “Oh, maybe he’s just warshed up.” Still, he’s bristling at called strikes every night, and that’s not like him. On the other hand, Jeter has never slumped like this in his career. Who knows why it’s happening no–armchair shrinks start your engines—but I can’t recall a time when Jeter has experienced this kind of prolonged misery.

He was called on on strikes in his first at-bat. The pitch was on the outside corner and it looked good to me. The over-head angle replay showed that it was just off the plate, still it was close enough to swing at. Jeter had a conversation with the umpire before he walked back the the dugout, which he is doing more than ever these days.

The following inning, the YES cameras showed an exasperated Jeter talking with his hitting coach, Don Mattingly. Jeter was going over that third strike, and he shrugged his shoulders like there was no way he could win. But the biggest problem for Jeter isn’t that he’s getting killed with the outside fastball–although, that’s been an issue too–it’s that he can’t catch up with the fastball right over the plate. His bat is slow. In that first at-bat, Meche threw a fastball right by Jeter that was down the heart of the plate. It’s only natural that Jeter would question himself if he can’t catch up with that pitch. Then they kill him outside, and that’s what he fixates on.

During Jeter’s third at-bat, you could clearly hear some Seattle fans chanting, “Over-rated.”

Another thing that I’ve noticed lately is that Jason Giambi just doesn’t look like a happy guy. When he’s on the bench and he takes his hat off, he looks tense and alert, not quite comfortable in his own skin. His body language is stiff, and his choppy hair and big eyes make him look like an owl. It wouldn’t be so strange if Giambi wasn’t so different back in his Oakland days, where he was the B.M.O.C., the rock’n’roll leader of the pack. Just by looking at the dugout shots on TV, I don’t get a sense of which players Giambi is tight with. They don’t seem to dislike him, but he looks isolated. He hardly ever smiles. I don’t know, he’s not the same guy. Maybe it’s the hair. I wish he’d grow it out ala Donnie Baseball–anything to loosen him up a little.

One last observation. Regular readers here are familiar with the fact that I’m no Kenny Lofton fan, but I have to say the guy smiles and jokes around more than any other Yankee. He’s playful, and his teammates seem to enjoy him. At least that’s what I get from what they show on TV. Maybe I could learn to like him after all.

Oh, one last, last thing: be sure and check out Kevin Kernan’s piece today on Dioner Navarro, the kid who is generally considered the best prospect in the Yankees system.

Curt Schilling was a beast for Boston yesterday hurling a complete game five-hitter, as the Sox rolled over KC, 9-1. (Pokey Reese had an inside-the-park-homer.) But the most appealing game of the day has to be Texas out-lasting the Tigers, 16-15 in 10 innings. Our boy Sori went 6-6 with 4 RBI. Deep in the heart of Texas!

By Bruce Markusen

Regular Season Edition
May 6, 2004

Friday Night Massacre

Most Yankee fans fondly recall the “Boston Massacre,” that memorable four-game sweep of the rival Red Sox in September of 1978, which helped New York overcome a 14-game deficit in winning the American League East. Fewer fans likely remember another Massacre

Awww, Nertz

Brett Boone was out of the line-up for Seattle on Friday, but Edgar Martinez

Eight is Enough

Javier Vasquez had his worst outing as a Yankee and after a rough start, the young Rich Harden handled the Yankees to earn his first win of the year, as the A’s avoided being swept at home. The A’s bullpen didn’t blow the lead, and Mark McClusky can digest again. He isn’t alone either. Even Yankee fans like the new and improved Steve Bonner weren’t too upset over the loss.

Kenny Lofton returned to the line-up and played well for the Yankees last night. Jason Giambi missed the game with a quesy stomach, and his back-up Travis Lee will be out for the rest of the year after he has surgery on his shoulder next week. Hand it to the Post for getting the scoop on one of the secrets to Jorge Posada’s success.

Elsewhere, after a tough first inning in Cleveland, Pedro Martinez was his usual stingy self, as the Sox beat up on the Indians. Boston finds themselves in sole possession of first place going into the weekend.

Finally, future Hall of Famer Michael Piazza hit a game-winning dinger in extra innings as the Mets swept the Giants. (Hey, you gotta believe, baby.) Barry Bonds played, and didn’t get a hit. But that hasn’t prevented him from expressing himself.

When you’re hot, you’re hot…

When I got home from Shea last night my girlfriend was wrapped up on the couch watching the Yankee game. My sister loaned Em a stuffed animal of Marsupilami, a popular comic book character in France, a couple of years ago, and Marsu has been on the living room couch since the Yankees started their winning streak last week. I thought I’d mention to Em before we retired that the Yanks hadn’t lost since Marsu has been on the couch, but you know what they say about messing with a streak. (Oops.)

I saw Gary Sheffield hit a line-drive homer off of Barry Zito–he swung so hard that he nearly knocked himself off of his feet on the follow-through–and also watched the Yankees leave a lot of runner on base. The A’s were leading 2-1 when I went to bed.

I used to agonize over not watching the Yankees’ west coast games, but now, I actually enjoy the surprise of waking up in the morning and waiting until I get to the newsstand to see what happened. As you can imagine, I’ve had two excellent mornings this week. (For a re-cap of the game from a New York-perpective, head on over to Clifford’s Big Red Blog.) The Yankees did leave a lot of men on base last night, but they are a team on a roll, and they overcame their mistakes–as well as Oakland’s–and came-from-behind again, scoring two in the ninth and winning, 4-3. Jason Giambi hit a solo homer off of Zito to tie the game at two, and Alex Rodriguez added a solo shot off of Arthur Rhodes in the top of the ninth to tie the game at three. Tony Clark’s double later in the inning proved to be the game-winner.

It was another sickening loss for Oakland. Mariano Rivera allowed back-to-back singles to start the ninth, but retired the next three batters for the save. Derek Jeter sat out with a stomach virus, and Jose Contreras was demoted to the minor leagues. Ruben Sierra sat with a sore leg (though he did pinch-hit) and Kenny Lofton is still riding the pine. Other than that, everything is coming up roses and daffodil’s for the Bronx Bombers.

The Red Sox remain tied for first with New York as they beat the Indians last night. Cookie Monster hit two bombs, as Boston halted its five-game losing streak. Pedro Martinez will pitch tonight.

In other news, Rocket Clemens keeps on rolling along on his Magical History Tour, and MLB sinks to a new low.

Alex Ciepley and I were in the Mets ticket office at 6:15 last night picking up our tickets (courtesey of Josh O) when we learned that Barry Bonds would not be in the line up. Without thinking I exclaimed, “Son-of-a…Bitch.” An elegant-looking security guard took exception with my vocal critisism. “Hey, that’s not very nice.” I surprised myself a little by the comment, but it was an honest gut-reaction. “Aw come on,” I protested. “He’s the reason we came all the way out here.” He repeated, “That’s not very nice.”

I got more sympathy from the gentleman who took our ticket at the gate. The guy was a dead-ringer for the barber character Arsino Hall played in “Coming to America.” I expressed my disapointment that Bonds wasn’t playing and he said, “Goddamn, you’d think you could find a way to play, even if he does have a little cold. Especially with all these people coming to see him.” My pernt exactly. “Hey,” I told him, “at least you get to be here tomorrow night.”

Anyhow, by the time Mike Piazza came to bat in the first inning, I said to Jay Jaffe, “Well, even if we won’t see Bonds maybe we’ll be able to see Piazza make history.” Less than a minute later, Yazzie homered to right centerfield to become the all-time ding-dong leader for catchers. There was less than 20,000 people at the park, but they stood up and gave Piazaa a rousing ovation. When it was over, Josh said to us, “That’s the loudest it’s going to get all season.”

We had expected it to rain, and with the score tied at the end of the fifth, it came down in buckets. Having no investment in who won this replacement-level affair, and with a long trip home to the Bronx ahead of me, I decided it was time to split. The game would resume by 10:00 and Shane Spencer homered to boost the Mets to an 8-2 victory.

As disapointing as it was not to see Bonds, I feel fortunate to have seen Piazza get his record.

Jose Contreras got his tits lit but good last night, and didn’t make it out of the third inning. But that shouldn’t come as a great surprise. However, the full moon must have been in effect anyway, as Ruben Sierra once again had the key hit in a Yankee comeback against Oakland (like last Tuesday, the knock came off of Ricardo Rincon). Shoot, how often does Mark Mulder have two bad starts in a row? I don’t know, but the Yankees sure will take it. How about Donovan Osborne getting the win again, as he did last Tuesday in the Bronx? Yeesh, that was a game worth staying up for, huh?

The Bombers pounded out 17 hits against A’s pitching. Alex Rodriguez became the youngest player in history to reach 350 career dingers, had three hits and four RBI in his best offensive game as a Yankee. As good a win as this was for New York, is was a terrible loss for the A’s. Head on over to Athletic’s Nation for plenty of hard feelings:

I don’t want to go overboard and say that this is a fatal blow to the A’s season because we’re still so early in the season, but maybe a new catcher behind the dish and a new pitching coach have been too big an adjustment for the Big Three to make. When do we see Zito, Hudson and Mulder give up, in order of their starts…six earned runs in six innings (Zito), six earned runs in seven innings and eight runs overall (Hudson) and then seven earned runs in six and a third (Mulder tonight)?

…Watching those pitchers get shelled the last three times out is like watching Superman get kicked in the privates with a kryptonite-tipped steel toe. You know that there isn’t any better way to inflict damage on the psyche of an A’s fan than to shell the Big Three.

The Red Sox lost their fifth straight and are now tied with the Yankees for first place in the east.

Finally, looking for a good quote? Then check out Tom Verducci’s recent interview with George Steinbrenner.

My apartment is between 236th and 238th street in the Bronx. What happened to 237th street, I’ll never know, but that’s how it goes sometimes in the boroughs. Em and I live on the top floor (7th) of one of those aparment houses that was built in the sixites. The main attraction of our place is the terrific eastern view that looks down onto Broadway, and up onto the Kingsbridge hill. We get a natural horizon, with lots of buildings and roads in the middle. Every morning, we are greeted by the sunrise. It is serene and quiet up here, but we can see the constant motion of the city–the Major Deegan Expressway, the subway, the Metro North, almost a dozen side streets, as well as helicopters and airplanes and other assorted winged creatures overhead. It is reassuring to know that even when we are tired and peaceful, the city is still moving.

Tonight, we were treated to the full moon, a huge yellow ball. I turned off all of the lights and smooched my girl for a while, and then we watched some of Steve Trashcan pitch for the Mets. It’s cool outside, but man, what a gorgeous spring night to be out at the ballpark. Barry Bonds is out of the line up tonight with a cold. I’ve got plans to be at Shea tomorrow with Jay Jaffe and Alex Ciepley. It is supposed to rain all day, but hopefully, the game will get in, and Barry Bonds will be feeling better. Imagine schlepping all the way out to Flushing to see Bonds and he’s not playing? Considering the fact that I’ve never seen him play live before, it’s a chance that’s worth taking.

I’ve got to be up mad early for work in the a.m., so my old ass won’t be staying up for the Yankee game. I assume they’ll have a full moon in Oakland too. Wonder if anything strange will happen. Maybe Mulder flirts with a no-hitter, or perhaps Gary Sheffield hits a couple of homers. And who knows just how a full moon could effect our boy Contreras. Two good starts in a row, against the same team? Ya think?

Anyhow, if any night owls are up watching the game tonight, feel free to start a thread in the comments section below and leave your observations and impressions. I sure would appreciate it.

And now for something…

Oh, and on a totally unrelated note, if anyone ever gets a chance to see an exhibition of Lucian Freud’s paintings, I suggest that you not let it pass you by. Freud’s portraits are fascinating, difficult, and memorable. You’ve never quite seen flesh painted the same way before. He’s first-class and there is a good article on him in the Times today.