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The Seeds of Discontent

By John Schulian 

George Solomon made sure I hit the ground running. I covered a couple of Redskins practices- it couldn’t have been much different than covering the Kremlin. Then I took off for Detroit to cover a three-game series with the Orioles, who were very much in the pennant race. And to write two features on them, too, even though I’d never covered a big league game before and they had never laid eyes on me. And I had to cover the Howard University-Wayne State football game, too. My football story was a stinker, but the baseball stuff I could do, partly because I had always followed the game and partly because the Orioles were so easy to get along with. All I remember from that weekend is typing, checking my watch, grabbing cabs, and drinking Vernor’s ginger ale when it was still strictly a Detroit delicacy. It was a trial by fire, and I knew I’d passed when George apologized for not being able to play my Monday feature on Jim Palmer on the front of the section.

It didn’t take George long to figure out that I wasn’t meant to be a beat reporter. It was like I had SHORT ATTENTION SPAN written in neon lights on my forehead. Besides, we had Len Shapiro as the first-string Redskins reporter, and he was terrific-–intrepid, fearless, tireless, all in the face of the paranoid monster that was George Allen. Lenny will tell you today that covering the Redskins, the prize beat in the Post sports department, took years off his life.

Shirley Povich

I filled in wherever George wanted me, the Redskins, a big NFL game, the NBA. But mostly I wrote features and series. One series was about black dominance in the NBA (to show you how long ago this was) and another was about the NFL psyche. I remember Shirley Povich, a lovely, classy gent whose sports column was an institution at the Post for half a century, coming up to me after part one of the NFL series ran and saying, “This is too good for a newspaper.” I was deeply gratified by the praise, but at the same time I was surprised that Shirley, who had been the Post’s sports editor when he was barely out of his teens, would say something like that. I’d read somewhere that Jimmy Cannon had said nothing was too good for a newspaper. He wasn’t in the same league with Shirley when it came to being gracious, but I think Cannon was right on the money about that one.

I had freedom at the Post and yet I didn’t. Nobody told me what to write, so I could continue trying to figure out what my voice was. That was one of the great things about the sports page in those days: it was a laboratory for writing. As time went on, there would be stylish writing throughout all of the country’s best newspapers, much of it inspired by the Post’s Style section, where there was great work done on society dames, movies, TV, books, and rock and roll. But the Post’s sports section was my new playground, and I was happy to be there.

I would have been even happier if George Solomon had let me turn one of my ideas into a story once in a while. But George didn’t do business that way. He bubbled over with his own ideas, many of them good ones but some clinkers too, and he had the energy level of a hyperactive two-year-old. As a result he didn’t expect you to ever be tired. I remember coming off one of his hellish road trips-–Columbus, Ohio to St. Louis to Milwaukee to Toronto to Cleveland in five hectic, work-filled winter days-–and the first thing he said to me was, “Come on in the office. We’ll talk about what you’re going to do next.” I told him that what I was going to do next was pick up my paycheck and go home and go to bed. And that’s what I did.

It wasn’t long before I realized that I was probably the only writer on the staff who questioned authority. Everybody else was too damned nice. I mean, the place was crawling with good guys -– Tom Boswell, Dave Brady, Ken Denlinger, Paul Attner, Angus Phillips, David DuPree, Gerry Strine, Mark Asher. But I never heard any of them raise their voices. And they had reason to, particularly after the copy desk got through making a hash of their prose. All they’d do, however, was whisper among themselves while they licked their wounds. I couldn’t make myself do that. I marched into George Solomon’s office one day and said, “I’ve had more stories fucked up here in five weeks than I had fucked up in five years in Baltimore.” And that was the God’s truth.

Back to woik. Krush Groove.

The wife tells me that one day she’d like to go see the fireworks on the Fourth of July. I say, “Sure, Dear,” and hope she doesn’t ask again until July 5th next year. When I think of going to watch the fireworks I think, “Who do I know that might have a good view?” Because the idea of sitting around for hours in a huge crowd, at the end of a hot, sticky day, well, that just ain’t my idea of fun, no matter how cool the light show is. It’s my New Yorker’s instinct to stay away from crowds at all costs.

Maybe I should just suck it up. Nah. I just need to find a spot, get an angle, work some magic.

After all, nothing like making the wife a heppy ket, is there?

Mariano Rivera is sore, according to the New York Post. Nothing that requires an MRI, understand, and Rivera is “not concerned,” but it’s something to be be aware of.

I’m still grumbling over Burnett’s performance in the seventh last night. Didn’t buy the papers on my way to work, just looked at them on-line now. C’mon, Meat, you’ve got to be better than that.

[Photo Credit: Mike Stobe, Getty Images]

Thanks in part to a generous strike zone tonight’s starting pitchers A.J. Burnett and Josh Tomlin cruised. They had something to do with it too, and both pitchers were in fine form. The Yanks didn’t get a hit until the seventh inning when Mark Teixeira singled. Robinson Cano followed with a base hit and then Nick Swisher drove them home with a double to the gap in left center.

A 2-0 lead seemed formidable the way Burnett was throwing but he found trouble in the bottom of the inning. He walked Grady Sizemore, who moved to second on a wild pitch but got two outs when Lonnie Chisenhall popped a ball in foul territory. Alex Rodriguez went back for it, Brett Gardner raced in. Neither of them caught it though somebody sure as hell should have made the play. So Chisenhall walked and Burnett fell apart. He gave up an RBI single to Shelley Duncan and then a three-run home run to Austin Kearns. Revenge of the ex-Yanks.

Burnett pitched good enough to lose.

An eighth inning solo homer by Curtis Granderson gave the Yanks hope but Cory Wade served up a two-run shot to Carlos Santana in the bottom of the inning and the fireworks were set to pop in Cleveland.

A hard, unfortunate loss on George’s birthday.

Final Score: Indians 6, Yankees 3.

Nuts.

Baseball all day. Hope everyone has some good eats, stays cool (ah, dreams of a pool or a lake), and most importantly, stays safe.

The Captain is back. Cliff’s got the preview.

Here’s the line-up:

Derek Jeter SS
Curtis Granderson CF
Mark Teixeira 1B
Alex Rodriguez 3B
Robinson Cano 2B
Nick Swisher RF
Jorge Posada DH
Russell Martin C
Brett Gardner LF

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

[Picture via the cool ass site, Swampy]

Mike Fox on “The Africa Project,” 1966

In the fall of 1984, my brother, sister and I met Mike Fox, one of my dad’s old friends. My sister and I were thirteen. A few months later, Mike and I started a correspondence that continues to this day. Here’s his first letter to me.

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It was all set up. Freddy Garcia pitched a wonderful game and the Yanks led 2-1 going to the bottom of the ninth on a wet afternoon in Queens. Enter Sandman and the Great Mariano retired the first two batters.

That’s a wrap, right? The fans headed for the parking lot. But it’s not always that easy, even for the best. Jason Bay walked, Luke Duda singled and with two strikes Ronny Paulino slapped a cutter that didn’t cut far enough into right field and the game was tied.

Then, a ground ball went through Ramiro Pena’s legs:

Brett Gardner came up firing…

…and nailed Duda at the plate to send the game into extra innings.

But that was it for Mo and it came as no surprise with him gone, Jason Bay drove home the winning run for the home team in the bottom of the 10th. So the Yanks blow a chance for the sweep and the Mets head out to Los Angeles feeling better about themselves.

Final Score: Mets 3, Yanks 2.

As the Dude says, “That’s a bummer, man.” But these things happen, even to Rivera. So let’s not get un-Dude about anything. It was still a good weekend even if the Yanks couldn’t put the cherry on top. Tomorrow is another day.

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

Three-quarters of the Yankees’ infield have been voted to start the All-Star Game (Mark Teixeira will have to settle for finishing behind Adrian Gonzalez who is the best player in the American League). Curtis Granderson has also been voted as a starter. Russell Martin and Mariano Rivera are also in. Meanwhile, Ivan Nova has been sent down to the minors. Looks as if Phil Hughes is back and they want to keep Nova pitching regularly.

It is rainy in New York so the game might take a while. Here’s the line-up:

Brett Gardner LF
Curtis Ganderson CF
Mark Teixeira 1B
Alex Rodriguez 3B
Robinson Cano 2B
Nick Swisher RF
Russell Martin C
Ramiro Pena SS
Freddy Garcia RHP

Never mind the hangover:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

Yeah, that’s Reggie Noble on the front cover of the New York Times today.

Go. Figure.

[Photo Credit: Rich Schultz]

The wife and I went to Citifield yesterday and were fortunate enough to sit in some cushy seats where we thoroughly enjoyed watching the Yankees beat the Mets to the tune of 5-2.

Bartolo Colon didn’t skip a beat in his return from the D.L. He threw hard, in the mid-90s, and froze the Mets’ hitters with his two-seam fastball–he struck out six batters in the first four innings, five looking. Some of the juice went out of the building early one when Jose Reyes was removed because he tweaked his hamstring, a disheartening development for sure.

There was no score in the bottom of the fifth when Jason Bay worked the count full against Colon with one out. Bay hit a little squibber down the third base line and Colon didn’t bother sprinting for it. He smiled instead. No man, no sudden moves for me, Papi. Lucas Duda, a hulk of a man, singled softly to right, Josh Tole hit a hard line drive to left and the bases were loaded. When Colon fell behind 2-0 to the pitcher Dillion Gee, the Mets looked to be in business. But Colon worked the count even and then Gee hit a soft ground ball to Alex Rodriguez who stepped on third and threw to first to complete the double play.

And then things turned. Brett Gardner led off the top of the sixth and lined out to center field. Gee had matched Colon with six strikeouts through the first five innings, all swinging, and all but one swinging through a nifty change-up. But now, the third time through the order, the Yanks had him figured out. Curtis Granderson followed Gardner and hit a change up high over the wall in right center field. Mark Teixeira singled and then Alex Rodriguez had a good swing at a first pitch fastball, fouled it right back to the screen. He swung through a curve ball and I figured there was no way he was going to see another fastball. But he did and singled to right. Robinson Cano looked at a pitch for a ball and then hit a triple into the right field corner; he scored on a sacrifice fly by Nick Swisher.

That outburst proved to be enough. Eduardo Nunez doubled in his first two at bats, was robbed on a sensational catch by second baseman Justin Turner, and then hit a solo home run in the 9th. He made be a constant adventure in the field but it is nice to see Nunez hitting well. One thing I’ve noticed is that he can take some wild hacks in an at bat but then recover to square a ball up and hit it hard.

Cory Wade allowed a couple of hits but nothing more in two innings of work and the newly reacquired Serge Meatray pitched the ninth and gave up a couple of runs. Banter commenter, “The Hawk” put it best when he said “Ah, Mitre, making sure there’s no case of mistaken identity.”

Otherwise, it was a fine day for the Yankees who have now won seven straight.

It was a swell outing for the wife and me. We even stopped by Sripraphai for Thai food on the way home and when we finally returned to the Bronx we were tired but very heppy kets.

The Mets look to cool off the Yanks on a hot summer day in New York. The Bombers have won six straight will try to keep it rollin’ with Bartolo Colon back in action. The game is on Fox.

Brett Gardner LF
Curtis Granderson CF
Mark Teixeira 1B
Alex Rodriguez 3B
Robinson Cano 2B
Nick Swisher RF
Russell Martin C
Eduardo Nunez SS
Bartolo Colon RHP

Don’t forget the sunscreen, never mind the announcers, and:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

[Photography by Ondie]

Blowin’ up the Spot like Fred did to Rollo.

Former Twins president Howard Fox died this week at the age of 90. Ordinarily, this might not be a major story for Yankee fans, but the name of Howard Fox should ring a bell for fans and followers of the late Billy Martin. During the 1966 season, when Martin was serving the Twins as a coach, he brawled with Fox, who was the team’s traveling secretary at the time. It might have marked the first time in history that a coach actually punched out his own team’s traveling secretary.

So what led to the fight between Fox and Martin? As the Twins were taking a charter flight to Washington, Martin became intoxicated and began using foul language. Fox took offense because his wife Yvonne was on the plane, well within earshot of Martin’s choice words. Fox, a no-nonsense type, was furious with Martin over his lack of delicacy.

After the Twins arrived at the hotel, Martin became one of the last members of the team’s party to receive his room key. Martin felt that Fox, who was also in the lobby, had intentionally delayed his room key. The two men started screaming at each other. Within a few minutes, fists began flying. Both combatants came away with bruises, but hotel witnesses gave Martin the win by decision.

The incident initiated a long feud between Martin and Fox, who never forgave Billy the Kid. In fact, Fox would play a role in firing Martin only three years later.

The fight with Fox marked only the first major tussle of Martin’s tenure in Minnesota. By 1969, Martin was the Twins’ manager; that August, he tangled with pitcher Dave Boswell in an alley behind a Detroit bar. (Imagine that, Billy in a bar.) The incident’s roots might have been planted at the ballpark, when Boswell refused Billy’s order to run 20 warm-up laps along with the rest of the Twins’ pitchers. Outside of the bar, Boswell began sparring with veteran Twins outfielder Bob Allison. Hearing about the fight, Martin ran outside, ostensibly to break up the altercation, with pitching coach Art Fowler joining him to offer moral support. Well, Billy’s notion of breaking up the fight involved hitting Boswell in the face with his fist. Again and again. Martin won by knockout, though it hardly seemed like a fair fight given the presence of both Fowler and Allison.

The pummeling left Boswell unconscious, and in need of 20 stitches. Yet, Boswell held no grudges. Many years later, when asked about Martin for a 1988 magazine article, Boswell said: “I love Billy.”

Fox did not. Spurred on by the embarrassment caused by the Boswell brawl, Fox convinced Twins owner Calvin Griffith to fire Martin after the Twins were swept by the Orioles in the first ever American League Championship Series. And thus began the long string of firings that involved Alfred Manuel “Billy” Martin.

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Speaking of Martin, he once employed a seven-man rotation during the tumultuous 1988 season. Now there is talk of the Yankees adopting a six-man rotation once Bartolo Colon and Phil Hughes emerge from the disabled list. Colon, who is expected to start on Saturday against the Mets, will take the place of journeyman right-hander Brian Gordon. With regard to Hughes, who may come off the DL next week, there is no logical candidate to be sent out to Scranton/Wilkes Barre or to be demoted to the back of the bullpen. At the moment, A.J. Burnett, Freddy Garcia, and Ivan Nova are all pitching well.

It’s a pleasant problem to have, but the talk of a six-man rotation is silly. By going to a six-man rotation, the Yankees would be tinkering with the rhythm of their starters, all of whom are accustomed to five days rest. They would also be limiting the use of CC Sabathia, their best pitcher and one of the game’s few legitimate aces. Can the Yankees really afford to shrink the number of starts that Sabathia makes, particularly in a season when it looks like they will be in a dogfight with the Red Sox and the Rays? No. The more sensible approach would be to move either Nova or Garcia to the bullpen as a long reliever, with the ability to spot start of the situation mandates. And please, no more talk of keeping Nova or Garcia “stretched out.” Nova and Garcia have been fully prepared to start for half a season now; they’re capable of going to the bullpen for awhile and then returning to the rotation sometime in August or September.

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Although I was never a big fan of Sergio Mitre during his first stint in pinstripes, I have no problem with his return to Yankeeland. Whenever you can acquire a pitcher who was putting up respectable numbers, as Mitre was doing in Milwaukee, without giving up anything more than money, it’s a good deal.

Pitching out of the Milwaukee bullpen, Mitre posted a 3.27 ERA and allowed 30 hits in only 33 innings. His strikeout-to-walk ratio (14 to 10) was unimpressive, but you can’t have everything when it comes to a 12th man on a pitching staff. Mitre is certainly better than Buddy Carlyle, the journeyman reliever who was designated for assignment to make room on both the 25 and 40-man rosters. Mitre has actually pitched decently in relief for the Yankees. The sinkerballer also has the ability to go three or four innings a time, an ability that escapes most of the Yankee relievers. As long as Joe Girardi keeps him out of the starting rotation, Mitre should be able to help in a small role.

As an added bonus, the Yankees now have both Mitre and Chris Dickerson, who was acquired from the Brewers in the original Mitre deal, without having surrendered any actual talent in exchange. In contrast, Milwaukee has only a small amount of money–and you can’t play money .

Bruce Markusen writes “Cooperstown Confidential” for The Hardball Times.

Before Jonathan Niese started to locate his curveball, a sharp, breaking hook that he can throw on the black, the Yanks scored three first inning runs. Then Niese composed himself and didn’t allow another run through six. Ivan Nova, on the other hand, couldn’t get his fastball down, and wasn’t getting the Mets to hit harmless ground balls.

Both teams got hits and had runners on base but the score was 3-1 by the time the starters were done. They had help from their fielders–Alex Rodriguez made a sensational play, fielding a ball to his right and then throwing Ruben Tejada out at first; Robinson Cano made a difficult short hop look easy as he turned a double play, Daniel Murphy fielded a hard line drive by Cano, Brett Gardner made a lovely running catch, and Mark Teixeira saved Rodriguez from throwing errors with slick scoops in the sixth and ninth.

The most exciting play of the game involved Jose Reyes who led off the seventh inning with his second base hit of the game. Justin Turner flew out to deep center field before Reyes had a chance to swipe second, but the shortstop tagged up and advanced to second anyway. Granderson’s throw came in on a bounce to Eduardo Nunez, the cut-off man. Nunez fumbled the ball and Reyes kept running. Nunez went after the ball, picked it up and threw it on a bounce to third. Everything happened so fast. The third base ump was caught in the outfield, running back to third, while the home plate ump rushed to the bag too. Rodriguez caught the ball and made a swipe tag at Reyes. The home plate ump, shielded by Rodriguez’s body signaled that Reyes was out. Then, as Rodriguez shook his fist, Reyes was yelling and soon Terry Collins was yelling too, and he said enough to get himself kicked out of the game.

David Robertson pitched a scoreless eighth, the Yanks tacked on a few insurance runs and Mariano Rivera, in a non-save situation, came in to get the final two outs in the ninth.

Final Score: Yanks 5, Mets 1.

A satisfying win. Nunez had four hits. The last one was off a high fastball and he hacked at it like a lumber jack chopping wood. It made that crisp, hard crack that is as true a sound as you ever want to hear in baseball, and it was good enough to drive in a run. Nunez is a work-in-progress in the field and I hold my breath on every ball that is hit his way, but he’s hanging in there and contributing.

[Photo Credit: Chris (archi3d) and Nick Laham, Getty Images]

The Subway Serious starts again tonight with a little more juice than usual because both teams are playing well. The Yanks want to avoid getting swept and winning two-of-three would be great, of course.

The boys at SNY break it down:

And Cliff has the preview over at PB:

Since starting the season 5-13, the Mets have gone 36-27 (.571), a winning percentage that, over the full season, would put them in first place in the Central and Western divisions of either league and in second-place in either Wild Card race. Prior to running into Justin Verlander Thursday afternoon, the Mets had won six of their last seven, four of those coming against first-place American League teams, and in the four games prior to facing Verlander they scored 52 runs (an average of 13 per game).

So the Mets, despite recent appearances, are no laughing matter. Jose Reyes is having an MVP-quality season. Carlos Beltran has come all the way back, at least at the plate. Angel Pagan has hit .325/.398/.444 since coming off the disabled list in late May. Ronny Paulino has put up similar numbers in wrestling the catching job away from sophomore Josh Thole. Jason Bay has hit .327/.389/.490 over the last two weeks and has become a Russell Martin-like stealth threat on the bases having stolen eight bases in nine attempts this season, including four in as many tries in those last two weeks. As you’ll see below, the three starting pitchers the Yankees will face in this series, Jonathan Niese, Dillon Gee, and R.A. Dickey, have all been pitching well of late.

Never mind the hub-bub:

Let’s Go Yank-ees!

[Photo Credit: Joseph O. Holmes]

I watched some of the Orioles-Cardinals game last night and saw our old pal Lance Berkman hit two long home runs, one righty, the other lefty. Man, they were both crushed. Made him dream “What If?” for a second. I know there wasn’t a place for him in the Bronx, and he would have cost more than Nick Swisher, who is also younger, so I’m not saying they should have kept him. But I’ve always enjoyed watching “The Big Puma” and wished he could have stayed around longer.

Regardless–or irregardless, as they like to say in the Bronx– I’m happy to see him playing so well.

Banana pudding is the reason to go to Magnolia Bakery. Turns me into a fat f***apotamus, man. For real.

Saveur offers a Carolina Banana Pudding recipe. Dig in.

[Photo Credit: Serious Eats]

When I finished reading “Blindsided: The Jerry Joseph Basketball Scandal” by Michael J. Mooney my first thought was how nice it will be to see the piece in the next edition of “The Best American Sports Writing.” The story features good reporting and is well-constructed. It is also written in the kind of clean, succinct prose that I love. Best of all, it took me somewhere unexpected, all without drawing attention to writing style. It is top-notch storytelling. I am a newcomer to Mooney’s work but he’s been around and is accomplished. Check out his website for more, and do yourself a favor: read this story.

[Photo Credit: AP]