Well, maybe they are. But maybe the Yanks’ve got some fight left. You know, just for kicks.
Jacoby Ellsbury DH
Derek Jeter SS
Brian McCann C
Mark Teixeira 1B
Chris Young LF
Brett Gardner CF
Chase Headley 3B
Ichiro Suzuki RF
Brendan Ryan 2B
Never mind the beanings:
Let’s Go Yank-ees!
Picture by Bags.
I’ve watched about seven or eight episodes of Girls and I just can’t get with it. But I dig it’s creator Lena Dunham, anyway. There was a nice profile of her by Meghan Daum in the Times magazine last weekend:
Of course, there’s a very good argument to be made that there are too many people, young women especially, writing about their personal experiences these days and not enough willing to report from the battle lines that exist outside their own heads. And Dunham’s alter ego on “Girls,” Hannah Horvath, a pathologically solipsistic aspiring personal essayist, is a prime example. In making her so, Dunham uses her work on the screen to wink at the conceits of her work on the page.
But even if she doesn’t tackle the Big Issues for a few more years, the fact is that she’s still just 28. When Ephron was 28, she was a reporter for The New York Post, “specializing in froth,” as she once noted. When Didion was 28, she was editing at Vogue; she had quietly published her first novel and was nowhere near the sensation she would become. When Parker was 28, she had finished a stint as a drama critic for Vanity Fair, and she and her compatriots were still working out seating arrangements for the Algonquin Round Table. None of them at that point had totally found their way to the issues that would come to define them. And despite the monumental platform Dunham has been given, that’s probably true of her too. She’s everywhere, but she’s still not there yet. That might have a lot to do with why people find her at once so exciting and so exasperating.
To Dunham, the most useful reaction to this endless onslaught of reactions is to just keep working. These days she is editing the fourth season of “Girls” and is in the early stages of writing a novel “about a professional woman entering her 30s and her relationship with several complex father figures.” She does, admittedly, thrill in the sight of her name in The New Yorker — or, more precisely, take thrill in her parents’ thrill at seeing her name there. She has also learned to cope with the cognitive dissonance that comes from receiving more good fortune than seems right for one person.
“I’ve had a lot of moments in my career where I’ve had to just say, ‘I’m picking my jaw up off the floor and carrying on,’ ” she said, stroking Lamby as his self-allergies sent him into another hacking fit. “Because you don’t get much work done with your jaw on the floor.”
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The Yanks lost again. And they are frustrated.
Jeter went 0-3 with a sacrifice. He’s only got 12 games, maybe less if he takes a day off. Never been a guy who really needs anything from the fans but now we’ll be rooting him on more than ever, even if it is just window dressing on his great career. Be nice to see him go out with a few more hits, score a couple of runs, smile that famous smile.
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Our guy Martin Prado is out, the poor bastard. At least Cervelli’s back.
Only a few weeks left in DJ’s career. The countdown has begun. Holmes needs a hit for starters…
Jacoby Ellsbury CF
Derek Jeter SS
Brett Gardner LF
Brian McCann 1B
Chase Headley 3B
Chris Young DH
Ichiro Suzuki RF
Francisco Cervelli C
Brendan Ryan 2B
Never mind the schneid:
Let’s Go Yank-ees!
Picture Bags.
Good profile on Al Pacino by the great John Lahr over at the New Yorker:
Over the years, there have been rumblings about Pacino’s overacting. He can certainly roar; he can pound the furniture; he can go big with the facial expressions; he has made some dud movies. But the drama, for Pacino, is almost always inherent in the character he’s hoping to convey. His portrayal of the blind Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade in “Scent of a Woman” (1992), for instance, was considered hammy by some, but, in Pacino’s thinking, the character was a lunatic—a suicidal, narcissistic man who drew attention to himself through his affectation of swagger—and he played him that way. “I paint the way I see it, and some of the colors are a little broader and a little bolder than others,” he said, adding, “Sometimes you take it to the limit, sometimes you may go a little overboard, but that’s all part of a vision. I say, go with the glow. If an effort is being made to produce something that has appetite and passion and isn’t done just to get the golden cup, it isn’t a fucking waste. Yes, there are flaws, but in them are things you’ll remember.”
Pacino protects his talent by leaving it alone, which accounts for his vaunted moodiness. “There are various superstitions connected with reaching his center, and he doesn’t want to discuss them ever,” Mike Nichols, who directed Pacino in “Angels in America,” said. “He’s consulting somewhere else. And the somewhere else does not have to do with words.” Pacino almost never talks shop. When he was at the Actors Studio, in the late sixties, whenever Strasberg gave him notes, he said, “I would actually count numbers in my head not to hear what he was saying. I didn’t want to know. I thought it would fuck up what I was doing, where I was going with my own ideas.”
Even Pacino’s speech patterns, which forge a kind of evasive switchback trail up a mountain of thought, serve as a defense against too much parsing of his interior. “Al is dedicated, passionately, to inarticulateness,” Nichols said, pointing out that in conversation Pacino has no “chitchat.” Playing dead in social situations is his instinctive strategy.
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The Yankees didn’t score any runs and they didn’t allow a run, not until 2 men were out in the bottom of the 9th. That’s when Ben Zobrist’s single gave the Rays a 1-0 win.
And so it goes for the 2014 Yankees.
“You feel like you’re due at some point,” Brett Gardner said after the game. “I don’t feel like it’s been a couple of games. I feel like it’s been pretty much all season. We’ve had flashes of being pretty good, but for the most part, we’ve just struggled to get guys across the plate. It’s frustrating because, with all the injuries we had to our rotation, the guys that have come up and come in from other places have really stepped up and done a great job, pitched really well and kept us in the ballgame. Just like tonight, all we needed to get was just one or two runs and we couldn’t even get that. It’s just really frustrating. Guys are working really hard. Guys are trying. Guys are putting in the effort. For one reason or another, we’re just not getting it done.”
Masahiro threw today. Not exactly sure why the Yanks are so eager to bring him back this year.
Yanks in Tampa for the last time this year. Cappy goes tonight.
Jacoby Ellsbury CF
Brett Gardner LF
Martin Prado 2B
Mark Teixeira 1B
Carlos Beltran DH
Chase Headley 3B
Ichiro Suzuki RF
John Ryan Murphy C
Brendan Ryan SS
Never mind the blooming’ onion:
Let’s Go Yank-ees!
[Photo Credit: Wolfgang Volz]
The Yanks almost won the first game on Friday and they almost won last night. But this ain’t no Golden Ticket kind of season so in the end, they lost. Brian McCann hit a solo home run in the top of the 9th to give the Yanks a 2-1 lead but David Robertson couldn’t hold it and the Orioles won, 3-2.
Our boy Jeter was 0-4 and he looks gassed. Maybe a day or two off would help but at this point that’s a tough call because fans are hoping to get their last look of him every game. He’s trotting up there like a monument not a ballplayer and that’s got to make him uneasy. But unless your name is Rivera, Mariano, even the great ones like Jeter don’t go out on a high note. S’alright. He’ll be ok. And so will we.
Picture by Bags.
Sunday Night Baseball, guys. Jeter’s final game at Camden Yards.
Jacoby Ellsbury CF
Derek Jeter SS
Brett Gardner LF
Martin Prado 3B
Brian McCann C
Mark Teixeira 1B
Chris Young DH
Stephen Drew 2B
Antoan Richardson RF
Never mind October:
Let’s Go Yank-ees!
Picture by Bags.
It’s too late to get excited but any time the Yanks win is a good thing.
Really tough stretch for our man Jeter, though. He went 0-3 with a walk and is now 0-for-his-last-20. He hit the ball hard once yesterday, hard once the night before, but I’m sure that’s little comfort for him. Just to say it’s gotten to the point where bad luck is hitting Jeter along with a string of overmatched, tired-looking swings.
Be interesting to see if he can have a few good games before the season ends. For his sake, I sure hope so.
Time waits for no man.
Jacoby Ellsbury DH
Derek Jeter SS
Brett Gardner CF
Martin Prado 2B
Brian McCann C
Mark Teixeira 1B
Chris Young LF
Antoan Richardson RF
Zelous Wheeler 3B
Let’s Go Yank-ees!
[Photo Credit: Christopher Vu]
The Yankees scored 1 run yesterday; two games, 20 innings. The first one was close, but needless to say, the Yanks lost both.
Stick a fork in ’em.
[Photo Credit: Thomas Hoepker]
The Yanks have kicked the Orioles’ can for a long time but that’s all over now. Our boys are gasping for breath in the playoff hunt, O’s are cruising to October.*
Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it?
Jacoby Ellsbury CF
Martin Prado 3B
Brian McCann DH
Mark Teixeira 1B
Chris Young LF
Stephen Drew 2B
John Ryan Murphy C
Brendan Ryan SS
Antoan Richardson RF
Never mind the odds: Let’s Go Yank-ees!
Drawing by Barry Windsor-Smith.
*They did take a hit this morning though as Chris Davis got handed a 25 game suspension (including the postseason) for amphetamines.)
Post by René Péron.
Alex Cobb took a no-hitter into the 8th inning last night, the Rays up, 4-0. This one was over, folks. With 1 out, Chris Young doubled and there was a sense of relief–at least the Yanks weren’t going to get no-hit. That was it for Cobb which turned out to be bad news for the Rays because Martin Prado followed with a 2-run home run. Derek Jeter got hit on the elbow but the Yanks stranded a pair without scoring again.
Frightening moment in the 9th when Jake McGee hit Chase Headley in the chin to lead off the bottom of the 9th. This shortly after Mike Stanton was hit in the face in the Marlins-Brewers game. The stadium got quiet and so did players on both sides, concerned looks on their faces, as they waited and watched. Headley eventually sat up and was able to walk off the field. Ichiro doubled and after Zelous Wheeler struck out, Young–again, that’s Chris Young–turned around a 97 mph fastball and hit it over the wall in left field.
Game-ending 3-run home run.
Yes, Suzyn, you just can’t predict it.
