Yanks in Seattle to see our old chum Robbie Cano.
Never mind the late night:
Let’s Go Yank-ees!
Ah, remember the days when the Angels were a thorny pain in the ass? Not so much these past few years. The young Yanks beat up on J. Weaver last night and look for more tonight.
Never mind the sunset:
Let’s Go Yank-ees!
The good news: Gary Shanchez hit two home runs last night—the second one was a real blast and came just as the rain did.
There was a rain delay and when the game resumed came the bad news as a 6-0 Yankee lead was wiped out by a swift, merciless comeback from the Jays who scored 8 in the 8th and won, 12-6.
Growing Pains indeed.
More rain today? We shall see. Yanks and Jays play a matinee.
Never mind the slickers:
Let’s Go Yank-ees!
[Picture by Bags]
Pardon me for fallin’ asleep at the wheel—it is mid-August after all, the sleepiest time of year. Still, the Yanks won a nail-biter last night, a big double play getting Betances out of trouble in the ninth.
Let’s see if the ball flies tonight.
Never mind heat index:
Let’s Go Yank-ees!
Alex Rodriguez’s pregame ceremony was cut short by rain. But the storm was a passing one and it left the most gorgeous sunset in its wake—the sky was orange and red and fantastic. Rodriguez got an RBI double in his first at bat—his last hit and run batted in for the Yanks. The Old Man even trotted out to third base in the 9th inning before being pulled and given an ovation. It was modest by Yankee standards by seemingly heartfelt (manager Joe Girard’s tearful postgame press conference perhaps being the most genuine televised moment of the night).
And, oh yeah—the Yanks won.
This morning gives a tribute to the 1996 team.
Never mind the humidity:
Let’s Go Yank-ees!
Hey, Alex Rodriguez got an at bat last night, and just got under a pitch and flew out to right field. Man, you could see how frustrated he was having just missed it. And that might be as close to getting a hit as he comes—just missing a pitch, feeling that frustration. You never know. He is supposed to start tonight and then again tomorrow but something tells me that we are definitely going to see him again in the spring somewhere else.
Anyhow, the Yanks lost on Tuesday but they pounded the Sox last night and hell, anytime the Yanks can irritate the Sox it feels like a good thing, am I right?
The bobbleheads ain’t coming. But the Yanks are in Boston for a three-game set against the Red Sox, who need these wins more than the New Yorkers. Be interesting to see if Alex gets any swings this week. I expect he might, just to give him some burn in a big league game.
Never mind the boo-birds:
Let’s Go Yank-ees!
The Yanks lost today and this evening announced that Alex Rodriguez is holding an 11 a.m. press conference tomorrow morning. Which means he is either going to follow Tex and hang ‘em up, or the team is going to release him. Rodriguez had a terrific comeback season in 2015 but this year he has been what you’d expect from a 40-year old.
Going out with a whimper is not rare—it is how most players leave and reminds me of the lede of a story Pat Jordan once wrote about Bobby Hurley:
“For most of us, death will not announce itself with a blare of trumpets or a roar of cannons. It will come silently, on the soft paws of a cat. It will insinuate itself, rubbing against our ankle in the midst of an ordinary moment. An uneventful dinner. A drive home from work. A sofa pushed across a floor. A slight bend to retrieve a morning newspaper tossed into a bush. And then, a faint cry, an exhale of breath, a muffled slump.”
If this is it for Alex, well, I have thoroughly enjoyed rooting for him. Not since Reggie Jackson have I pulled for a star player that is so disliked by Yankee fans. And he didn’t make it easy to root for him always, that is for sure. He was such a social klutz—never mind his tremendous talent—that I felt for him, even when he was being a putz. He’ll retire as the greatest third baseman in Yankee history, like him or not.
He achieved some grace before the curtain fell on his playing days and considering where he was a few years ago that is no small feat.
Man, the Yanks should sell more often. All this winning, what gives?
They’re at it again this afternoon.
Never mind the Men at Work:
Let’s Go Yank-ees!
Whoa, Tex is hanging ‘em up at the end of the year.
And tonight gives the Clevelanders.
Never mind the March of Time:
Let’s Go Yank-ees!
I’ve got a friend who cannot stand Mark Teixeira—who seems like a benign guy to hate but the more I think of it, I can see it. Sort of like hating a guy like Raffey Palmerio. Not really hatable but irritating enough to turn into something disagreeable. Especially if he is not on your team. Well, Tex got under the Mets’s skin last night, particularly reliever Hansel Robles, who appeared to psyche himself out believing Tex was psyching him out.
Oh, well. Yanks won, 9-4 in a game that certainly more painful for the Mets to lose than it was for the Yanks to win.
We’ll take it.
Is this the end of the line for Alex Rodriguez and the Yankees? M’eh, could be…
Yeah, and the Mets thumped the Yanks last night, 7-1.