Okay, so acquiring former Brave and well-traveled outfielder Matt Diaz isn’t exactly big news, nor is Diaz a power hitter. He’s the sort of low-risk guy Cashman plucks off the sales racks at this time of year. His strength, if it can be called that, is that he can hit left-handers, supposedly.
Speaking of outfielders, as everyone knows by now, it seems that smiley, dimpled Andruw Jones has some legal headaches to deal with before he takes off to play in Japan next year.
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I really hate hearing about athletes involved in domestic violence, not to mention being drunk and disorderly. I’m just grateful this wasn’t yet another story about guns.
Here’s hoping the new year brings some actual good news.
One night it’s Ibanez who’s the hero. Another night it’s Chavez. Tonight it was Jones, Nix and even Stewart (we can count him, can’t we?). All the role players are more than playing their roles; they’re exceeding expectations.
For me, though, it was CC who starred in tonight’s win over the hapless Blue Jays. To come back from the DL and pitch as crisply and efficiently as he did was a thrill. I appreciate that Girardi had him on a pitch count, but I bet he could have thrown a complete game – easily.
I have to say that the Jays looked every bit like the last place team they are. Cecil pitched extremely well, but they have no real offense without Bautista and their defense was lackluster at best. Still, it’s teams like the Jays – division rivals we’ll be facing a zillion more times – that the Yanks have to beat. Over and over.
I stopped watching after Andruw Jones put us up 7-2. So I guess I’ll have to wait for the final outcome when I wake up tomorrow.
What a series for Jones. Did he get an infusion of Bartolo Colon’s magic plasma juice? Amazing how he kept coming up with the bombs.
Nova looked good tonight. Jeter looked good on offense, but what is up with his glove all of a sudden? That dropped pop up was a stunner, but he didn’t make another play or two. Maybe he was partying in Boston? He did have some sort of sore neck/shoulder.
If the Yankees had to split the doubleheader, I sort of wish we’d lost the first game and won the second. That way I wouldn’t have to go to bed with visions of Cory Wade giving up runs.
But oh well. The first game was fun. I owe Sweaty Freddy a big apology for doubting him; he pitched great. And what a show by Andruw Jones, who has such an appealing smile and gave us plenty to smile about.
Hughes wasn’t bad in the nightcap but he wasn’t stellar, and he was victimized by some shoddy defense. And the bats fell silent after their initial flurry of activity (except for Jones again). It was as if they decided they’d had enough scoring and just left the ballpark.
You know who I enjoyed watching, aside from Jones? Cano. He made some plays – those throws where he slings the ball to first – that made me shake my head with awe.
You know who I didn’t enjoy watching (aside from Russell Martin who needs to go to the glue factory at this point and the above-mentioned Cory Wade)? Darnell McDonald. Dreadlocks or no dreadlocks, I think that experiment needs to end.
Jeter was very Jeterian with his four hits, setting the tone for a tidy win over the O’s.
Big hand for Nova, who may have been the worst pitcher at spring training but has been the ace of the staff so far. If he keeps throwing like he did tonight, he’ll slide into the #2 spot and give Kuroda a shove down the ladder.
Andruw Jones belted one out. He’ll never inspire confidence in the outfield at this stage of his career, but he’s still got the power swing.
What was up with using Mo in the non-save situation? Did he really need the work? Or was he brought in to nail down the win? Either way, he got the job done but didn’t look comfortable doing it. If Gardner hadn’t caught that shot to end the game….Well, I won’t go there. I’m just saying that Mo isn’t Mo-ish yet.
I don’t get the YES postgame show, but there seems to have been a tiff between Martin and Andino over tipping pitches in the ninth inning. I don’t know how you “tip” Mo’s pitches – they’re all cutters – but there was definitely some yammering going on between the two. Will it carry over into tomorrow night’s game?
When I heard that the Yankees were deciding whether to sign Raul Ibanez or Eric Chavez, I wanted Chavez. When I heard that they had picked Ibanez, I was bummed. But when I heard they had also brought back Chavez, I was thrilled.
Now, considering that a surgically repaired Andruw Jones is also on the roster, we’re stocked with veterans that can DH and play defense if necessary. I like how things have fallen into place. (I’ve decided not to even think about the Mo thing – for now anyway.) On paper, the Yankees look ready to compete big time.
…There wasn’t much going on in Yankeeville. Not for the entire holiday season. I’m still waiting for my front-of-the-rotation starter to show up, but in the meantime here’s a recap the “big” end-of-the-year stories:
1) Sweaty Freddy was re-signed.
AP Photo/The Canadian Press, Frank Gunn)
2) Smiling Andruw was re-signed.
3) My-Left-Arm Okajima was brought on board.
4) A-Rod went to a doctor in Germany on the advice of his guitar hero friend.
5) A-Rod and his freshly injected blood platelets jetted to Cabo with his new girlfriend.
5a) A former wrestler, Cameron Diaz’s replacement is rather….muscular.
6) Jeter and Minka said, “Oui oui,” and went to Paris for New Year’s.
6a) Pssst, Derek. You took her to one of the most romantic places on earth. I hope you gave her one of these.
I also bought a poncho for ten bucks. It was like wearing the kind of plastic bags you get at the dry cleaner, but it did keep me from getting totally soaked.
When Michael and I arrived at the Stadium at noon, it was raining and I never thought they’d play a complete game, given the forecast. The tarp was on the field, so we hung around the great hall and looked for Audrey and her friend. After texting each other, we met up in front of the Hard Rock Cafe. She came all the way from Vermont and I was thrilled to meet her.
Next, we went in search of food. We figured we had plenty of time to kill, so Michael had his Lobel’s sandwich and I opted for a Boar’s Head sub and eventually we went to our seats. We’d heard the game would start at 2:30 and we wanted to be ready.
As soon as we sat down in section 104, along came YankeeCase. It’s hard to see him because the background was so dark (the rain was picking up again and my She-Fan Cam was getting wet), but here he is in the flesh. Such a hunk, right?
Michael and I sat under our hoods and umbrella as the game started and the rain continued to fall. Hughes was just awful. I know he struck out batters, but he took forever to throw the damn ball and he couldn’t get Matsui out and we looked at each other and said, “It’s gonna be a loooong day.”
When the score was 7-1, we thought about bolting. We were wet and depressed and wondering why we’d bothered. And then YankeeCase texted me that the boys would be making a comeback. I wrote back, “You promise?” He said yes.
So we stayed. And I’m I glad I did. Wow. What a great, crazy, incredible game. Cano’s slam landed two rows in front of us. Martin had a career-type day. Granderson amazed everybody. Even Andruw Jones got in on the homer act. And it was so much fun sitting right behind Swisher and watching him play with the crowd throughout the game.
It never occurred to me that no team in major league history had ever had three grand slams in a game, so when the scoreboard posted the fact we were doubly happy we’d stayed.
I’m still shaking my head and we’ve been home for a couple of hours. Long day but an unforgettable one.
(I’m too euphoric to dwell about the state of our pitching except to say that Hughes really disappointed me. And I think the Cory Wade experiment needs to end.)
P.S. YankeeCase just sent me a pic that his cousin took of him after he went back to his seat. He’s wearing the “she-fan” button that Melissa (it WAS Melissa, right?) made last year. It says, “I confess. I read the she-fan blog.” Pretty great, huh?
Two consecutive nights. Two disputed home run calls. The difference was that tonight’s shot by Morneau elicited a quick response from Girardi, who bounced out of the dugout to ask the umps to review the play. The other difference is that the correct call was made after the review and the homer was nullified. Gardenhire was not amused.
Silly of him to get tossed in the first inning, but whatever.
Despite getting the win, CC is worrying me. He had periods tonight when he settled down, but he was getting hit hard. Coming off his last two surprisingly bad outings, he was not inspiring confidence the way he usually does. If there’s something off with his mechanics, I really wish he and Rothschild would figure out what it is. If he’s hurt (please no), I hope he tells somebody and gets it fixed.
I enjoyed the home run derby by Jones, Tex and Swisher, and Jeter and Granderson continued to impress at the plate. If Grandy isn’t a solid choice for MVP, I don’t know who is.
Nunez committed another error, which is not exactly breaking news. (On twitter his nickname is NunEEEEE.) While I appreciate his bat and his speed, I’m really looking forward to A-Rod at third.
The Twins have to wonder what they need to do to beat the Yankees. I hope they keep wondering throughout this series.
I could lie and say it was because I had an extremely important social engagement.
I could make up an excuse about not feeling well.
I could pretend I was kidnapped and held captive in a room without a TV.
But I can’t do it. So I’ll tell the truth and admit that the reason I missed the game was because I’m a dumb blonde.
When I saw that the game was on at 4 pm, I thought that meant 4 pm PACIFIC TIME, because, after all, the games out here on the west coast have been later. So I sat around the house all day, waiting for 4 o’clock. About 3:59, I turned on the TV and gasped. They were in the 9th inning and the Yanks were about to win it 7-1!
Oh, well. It sounds like CC was fabulous, not only holding down the Mariners but giving the bullpen a breather.
And good for Swisher getting that homer. Nice day for Andruw Jones too, which probably spells the end for Jorge as a DH against lefties. Apparently, everybody in the starting lineup had a hit. I’m happy, obviously. I’m just sorry I didn’t see the fun, especially after suffering through the last couple of losses.
But enough whining. I now have a few unexpected hours to kill. I think I’ll go browsing on my On Demand cable channel and find a movie or two to watch. Could be worse.
Happy July 4th tomorrow.
Oh, wait. It’s Memorial Day.
(Just kidding. I’m not that bad.)
P.S. I went to see “Surf Dog” at his hot dog stand yesterday, and he gave me an earful about the Yankees. I’ll post the video tomorrow night.