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I’m Just Going To Watch Soccer Because My Karma Is All Wrong For This Game

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Boy you said a mouthful, RI.

I’ll skip all the gory details and just note that when Francisco Cervelli, filling in for Brian McCann who had a sore foot before the game, tossed the salad in the bottom of the eleventh with the bases loaded and the score tied at one, soccer suddenly became a really interesting sport. All things considered, the Yanks would probably do well to switch to MLS at this point, wouldn’t you agree?

If you still care to know (and I can’t possibly imagine why you wouldn’t), Yanks lost 2-1.

[photo credit: AP/Peter Dejong]

It’s the Magic Number

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Today gives Phelpsie.

I’m hoping we see Sori hit a dinger or two.

Jacoby Ellsbury CF
Derek Jeter SS
Brian McCann C
Mark Teixeira 1B
Carlos Beltran DH
Brian Roberts 2B
Ichiro Suzuki RF
Alfonso Soriano LF
Zelous Wheeler 3B

Never mind the lovemakin’:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

[Picture by Bags]

Just Dandy

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How do you spell relief?

The Yankees’ bullpen saved the day again after the offense plated 6 runs (Brian Roberts, 4 hits; Frankie Cervelli, 3 hits).

It was enough for a 6-5 win, their second in a row.

Hope everyone had a great holiday.

[Photo Via: This Isn’t Happiness]

Sweet Lou

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Happy 4th you guys.

Today marks the 75th anniversary of Lou Gehrig’s retirement speech.

Over at the Daily Beast, check out this excerpt from Ray Robinson’s fine Gehrig biography, The Iron Horse.

Game this afternoon.

Let’s hope our boys make it 2-in-a-row.

Never mind the diet:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

[Photo Credit: Peter Patau]

Welcome Aboard

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Last night, Masahiro Tanaka gave up 4 runs for the first time this season and what happens? The Yanks win, anyway.

Carlos Beltran’s 3-run home run started it as the Bombers tagged their old pal Phil Hughes for 7 runs, enough to give them a 7-4 win.

The best part of the night was that Zelous Wheeler, called up in place of the struggling Port Jervis Solarte (Zelous for Yanjervis, that alone makes it memorable), got 2 hits in his first MLB game. The first hit–a homer. Wheeler is a squat guy–since the Yanks were in Minnie, a Kirby Puckett analogy came up–had reason to smile, and his teammates did too. Sometimes, a team will mess with a rookie when they get their first hit or home run, ignoring them for a moment when the kid returns to the dugout. The Yankees didn’t do that. They greeted Zelous’ grin with big smiles of their own as if to say, “We needed that.”

And they did.

[Photo Credit: Jim Mone]

Gruesome, Isn’t It?

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Don’t write when you’re angry, don’t write when you’re angry, Rays 6, Yanks 3, awwwww, five-game losing streak, don’t write when you’re angry, don’t write when you’re angry.

Better Late…

cakessadasd A Game Thread. Gardner with a first inning dinger… Let’s Go Yank-ees! [Picture by Bags]

Million Dollar Movie

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Rest in Peace, Paul Mazursky. 

Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice, Harry and Tonto, Next Stop, Greenwich Village, Moscow on the Hudson, Down and Out in Beverly Hills. The man made some choice movies.

Stop Me If You’ve Heard This One Before

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Dear Yankee Hitters,

Go screw. 

Let us know when you plan to show up for work.

Love,

Yankee fans

Cool Breeze

HannahOsmosis Should be a mess o strike outs tonight as things don’t get any easier for the Yankee offense as they face David Price. At least our man Hiroki’s on the hill.

Gardner LF

Jeter SS

Ellsbury CF

Teixeira 1B

Beltran DH

Soriano RF

Roberts 2B

Cervelli C

Solarte 3B

Never mind the heat:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

[Painting by Heather Horton]

Can I Kick It?

lagafea USA vs. Belgium.

Morning Art

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Herge.

Taster’s Cherce

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Got 7 cups of duck fat? Then you too can make fries the way they’re supposed to be made.

Hey, Now.

[Photo Via: The Sun Break]

Less Than Zero

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We’ve seen this before, man. Decent starting pitching, good job from an overworked bullpen, little to no offense. The home run Brian Roberts hit in the 9th inning was good enough to send the game to extras but served only to prolong the inevitable as the Yanks lost, 4-3 to the Rays.

The Yankees offense has been horseshit, the injuries to the starting pitchers can’t be patched-up too much longer. How long can the bullpen hold themselves together?

Yeah, the rest of the league–both leagues, really–are in a similar boat and that gives us perspective. But since when is being a fan about being rational?

I don’t think the team is horseshit. I don’t get the feeling that they aren’t trying. Still, how about shaking things up? Time for Brian Cashman to give Girardi and Company some help.

 

Pick it Up, Pick it Up

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Let’s see what our so-so Yanks have in store for us this week.

First up, gives the Rays.

Brett Gardner LF
Derek Jeter SS
Jacoby Ellsbury CF
Mark Teixeira 1B
Brian McCann C
Carlos Beltran DH
Kelly Johnson 3B
Brian Roberts 2B
Ichiro Suzuki RF

Never mind the mediocrity:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

[Photo Credit: Rob Kalmbach]

Million Dollar Movie

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Twenty-five years ago today I saw the second showing of Do The Right Thing over on 8th Avenue in a theater that no longer exists. I’d just graduated high school and I went with two classmates to see Spike’s new movie on opening day.  A few few years earlier we’d seen School Daze on its opening day in Times Square. On both occasions we were the only white people in the theater. I remember the cheers at the end of Do The Right Thing when a passage from Malcolm X was shown on the screen.

 

Beat of the Day

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Oh, Watch Out Now.

New York Minute

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Droppin’ some NYC. 

Taster’s Cherce

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Did you know there was such a thing as Popsicle Week? Neither did I. Dig.

And check out this lovely-looking variation: Smoked peaches and cream.

Morning Art

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“Woman at a Window” by Edgar Degas (1872)

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--Earl Weaver