Posts Tagged ‘Mets’

Historic Anemia

Thursday, May 30th, 2013

It’s one thing to lose a few games in a row over the course of the season. It’s quite another to be the loser in a four-game sweep by the Mets for the first time ever. The indignity.

As I wrote in the last post, it seems our merry band of castoffs have been playing over their heads and they’ve petered out offensively. Wells and Ichiro, while good defenders, have reverted back to the players they were before they put on the pinstripes, and nobody else has picked up the slack. Not consistently.

It’s a shame too, because aside from Phelps last night, the pitching has been great. But what good is pitching if you can’t score and that’s what ails this team right now.

Can Tex and Youk make a difference? They’re coming off injuries and rust. I wouldn’t count on them to be our saviors. Not yet. But their presence in the lineup could be a confidence boost for the others.

We’ll see. I wish I could write something cheery, but I miss Jeter and Granderson and Cervelli. I even miss the A-Rod who didn’t go to anti-aging clinics. I miss winning. It hasn’t been that long since the Yanks posted a “W,” but it sure feels that way right now.



This Is Alarming

Wednesday, May 29th, 2013

I listened to most of the game on my At Bat app and I’m glad I didn’t have to actually watch the debacle. I didn’t need to see Phelps morph into a Bad Pitcher. I didn’t need to see the listless Yankees offense either. Good for Nova for pitching well, but this has been a very trying Subway Series.

With Tex and Youkilis due back for the weekend, I have to wonder….Have the injuries finally caught up with this team? Were the fill-ins playing over their heads and have they come back down to earth? Or are these four losses in a row just a fluke of the schedule, a natural lull over the course of a long season? Is it really up to Vidal Nuno to be our stopper tomorrow night?

Let’s just say I much prefer writing these posts after wins. This losing stuff isn’t a lot of fun.





The Horror!

Tuesday, May 28th, 2013

There’s no point in going on about how Kuroda pitched his heart out, how he out-dueled the Mets phenom, how he deserved to get the win. Or in talking about the great catches Gardner’s been making in this series. Or in singing the praises of Overbay and his clutch hitting.

What’s sticking with me, of course, is Mo’s blown save and the Yankees’ latest loss. I guess he was due for a meltdown – he really had nothing tonight – but it came in shocking fashion. I thought we had this one nailed down. Ugh. Big time ugh.

P.S. I’m getting tired of watching Chris Stewart screw up behind the plate. Just saying.

P.P.S. At least Robertson seemed to have recovered from his swoon last night.




Really, Yankees?

Monday, May 27th, 2013

Photo: Anthony J. Causi

Tonight’s game was supposed to take my mind off the fact that Santa Barbara County has a wildfire burning tonight – 500 acres with a high-wind warning. It’s not near us, but it’s scary to look out the window and see a sky that’s gray because of smoke, not clouds. I was hoping the opener of Yankees-Mets would be a diversion.

Instead, it was an exercise in frustration. Hughes was good (either that or the Mets’ offense isn’t), but I kept thinking of how he’s prone to the home run ball, and sure enough David Wright was evidence. From then on, you would have thought the Yankees were facing Cliff Lee in his prime. They were punch-less. Gardner made two terrific catches, but other than that? Bleh.

What’s worse, tomorrow night they have to face the Mets’ phenom, Matt Harvey. More bleh.


I’m Emotionally Drained Right Now

Sunday, June 24th, 2012

Forget what I said about the lack of intensity in the Subway Series. The finale tonight was so stressful I resorted to doing laundry.

Our defense was sloppy, which always gets me mad, and CC wasn’t helped by his teammates – until Swisher did exactly what the ESPN crew was haranguing against: hit an evil home run. Ditto: Cano.

Dickey wasn’t Dickey-ish, so that was a relief. But speaking of relief, our guys nearly gave me a breakdown. I don’t know if Cory Wade is going through a dead arm phase or what, but he hasn’t been as effective. And Robertson….I’m sure I’m in the minority and I do like him, but I’m becoming weary of his “adventurous” innings; that balk was just stupid. Soriano, on the other hand, is growing on me in a big way. I adore that gangster stare of his; he looks like he wants to kill somebody – the anti-Mo.

I have to say it was an entertaining, very competitive series.




What A Cliffhanger!

Saturday, June 23rd, 2012

My God, that game was nerve wracking. I was blacked out by FOX as usual, so I listened to John and Suzyn, who made things even more tense. John kept saying, “It is high, it is far, it is….caught” whenever the Yankees would go long but not long enough, and then he’d say, “It’s a fly ball deep to…it’s gone” whenever we did go long enough. It made me nuts.

It looked like Nova wouldn’t get any run support at all – I’m sorry but the RISP thing is a problem, no matter what Girardi says – until Ibanez came to our rescue and Chavez put us ahead. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: we have a fabulous bench this year.

Errors by Jeter and A-Rod? What was that about?

I honestly don’t know if I can take a full season of Robertson’s Houdini shtick. He either walks people or strikes them out, and he needs to stop it.

Nice job by Rapada, Logan and Soriano to hold the Mets down and help break the losing streak. I feel a lot better about heading into tomorrow night against Dickey. At least we won’t get swept.


So Is This How It Is Now?

Friday, June 22nd, 2012

The good pitching was contagious and now the bad pitching is too? With even Andy succumbing to the bad pitching virus?

What an ugly first inning for him. He looked totally out of gas from the very beginning and I wanted to reach into the TV and give him a tank full of premium unleaded.

I was mildly encouraged by the solo homers by A-Rod and Jones, but the RISP thing continued to be a drag.

I was following the game with my buddies on Twitter when the Sandusky verdict was announced, so I left the Yankees to watch CNN’s coverage. Apparently, I didn’t miss much at Citi Field except the relief work by the chicken-calling Francisco. Oh, how I would have loved our boys to score a ton of runs off him.

I’m tired of this little losing streak now – it was way more fun when we were winning – so I’d appreciate a reversal of fortune tomorrow.



Yankees-Mets Go Another Round

Thursday, June 21st, 2012

As I thought about the upcoming Subway Series, following right on the heels of Clemens’ acquittal, I couldn’t help conjure up this.

There were a few things that struck me, having not seen the footage in a long time:

  • How violently Clemens threw that piece of the bat. (‘Roid rage, anyone?)
  • How angry he got when confronted. (“You talking to me?”)
  • How pathetic it was to have both benches empty during a World Series game. (But good for ratings.)
  • How much Yankees-Mets used to matter. (The rivalry just doesn’t have the same edge. At least not for me.)

I hope our pitching gets back on track and that our hitters won’t be thrown by the unfriendly dimensions of Citi Field.





In Memory Of This

Sunday, June 10th, 2012

Photo: Tom Farrell/The Star Ledger

I felt nostalgic (as well as ecstatic) when Russell Martin hit his walkoff homer today. The Yankees haven’t had a walkoff in a long time, and I missed AJ sneaking out of the dugout with a towel full of the white stuff. Oh well. I guess the tradition officially ended with his departure.

This game had it all, didn’t it? It gave us the sweep of the Mets but also demonstrated a more varied offense than we’ve seen. Yes, there were homers but a hit parade too. Very satisfying.

Andy’s barehanded grab of the comebacker? Not very satisfying. He said it was just instinct to reach for the ball, but shouldn’t it be instinct not to reach for it too? After all these years? Knowing it’s the dumb thing to do? Apparently, the hand is swollen but not serious. Still, will he be fine for his next start? Kuroda said his foot was fine, but who knows if he’ll be OK for his next outing.

Soriano’s blown save? Not very satisfying. But the guy’s been great before today and closers blow saves, so I’ll give him a pass. Besides, he’s been used a lot lately. Maybe he was tired.

Mostly, I was just happy for Martin. To hit two homers, one a game-winner, after all his struggles this season was sweet. Felicitations, Monsieur.

Photo: AP/Seth Wenig


That Was Tense

Saturday, June 9th, 2012

When Soriano allowed the tying run to come to the plate in the ninth, I was choking down my dinner. But ultimately, he and the rest of the pen (kudos, Clay Rapada) made it all better.

Another great performance by Hughes. Yes, he gave up the obligatory homer and I wish he’d be able to go deeper in to games, but you can’t have everything. If he can keep up the good work, our rotation really will be solidified.

Early on, I thought the offense would flame out yet again with the bases loaded; Ibanez hitting into the DP was groan-worthy. But this Yankees team is all or nothing when it comes to offense. We either hit the long ball or strand runners. In tonight’s victory it was Tex who smacked one and Granderson who emerged from his slump to give us insurance.

I couldn’t believe when Tex got hit in the foot with the pitch. It felt like Kuroda all over again. But he seemed OK.

The player who’s not OK is Gardner. He’s got a date with this guy.

After all this, he’s still got elbow pain? Not good. And Ibanez and Jones aren’t spring chickens and shouldn’t be our everyday corner outfielders. I do like Wise, but he’s not much in the bat department. Should Cashman make a trade if Gardner ends up being out for the season? Unless we have someone hiding in the minors, I’m thinking he has to.

One final note. I was blacked out by FOX, of course, so I watched the video on FOX’s Spanish channel, which always carries Yankees games, and listened to the action on WCBS. Sterling was in rare form. He not only referred to Duda as “Doodoo,” but said when Girardi was trotting out to get Hughes, “Here comes Joe Torre.” It was entertaining, if confusing.