I can’t be your lover.
Phil Hughes pitched his best game of the year, Chris Stewart and Lyle Overbay hit solo home runs (Overbays was a bomb) and Mariano Rivera was the last man standing–though he didn’t earn a save–as the Yanks beat the A’s yesterday afternoon, 4-2.
Smiles all around.
Today gives another afternoon game and Game 1 of the Knicks-Pacers, which proves to be dramatic, dumb, aggravating, and other clumsy adjectives to describe hardship and pain.
But first, listen to this:
[Photo Credit: Katherine Squler]
Pass the peas like they used to say.
Ah, De La+Biz=Happy Friday.
“De La Soul is Dead,” one of my favorite records, is twenty years old.
Freakin’ Lick ‘em.
[picture by Jeff P Faller]
C’mon Everybody Do the Baseball!
The Yanks are stumbling toward a playoff berth. Last night, the offense showed some fight, which has me feeling good. However, the formidable J. Lester goes for the Sox later this afternoon on Fox (doom, doom!) and Dustin Moseley will start for the Yanks tomorrow night so a Red Sox sweep is not hard to imagine.
Still, I’ll be keeping the faith like De La, and root-root-rooting for the home team.
Fug whatchu hoid: Let’s Go Yan-Kees!
Saturday Morning Melodies…
According to a report by Michael Schmidt in the New York Times:
Alex Rodriguez told investigators and lawyers for Major League Baseball on Thursday that he was treated by a Canadian-based doctor now under investigation by federal authorities but that he did not receive performance-enhancing drugs from him, according to two people in baseball with knowledge of the meeting.
In meeting with the Yankees’ Rodriguez for a three-hour interview Thursday night in Florida, baseball officials ended up beating the federal authorities to the punch. The authorities have sought to interview Rodriguez for weeks but have not yet done so. Baseball officials and the federal authorities want to know what interactions Rodriguez had with the doctor, Anthony Galea, who has stated that he treated him in 2009 with anti-inflammatories after Rodriguez’s hip surgery.
Tell ‘em what to say, Mase: