Dare we call these Mets overhyped? The supposed best team in NYC comes to the Bronx for a three-game set. Perhaps a Yankees sweep will further elucidate the true nature of the team from Queens. They’re good, but they’re not great. In the AL East, they’d be a 4th place team. Let’s go Yanks! Show them the truth! Your thread for comment is here…
Friday, June 30th, 2006
Thirteen. Usually an unlucky number, but tonight we’ll be happy to hear it. The Red Sox and their
flying superhero centerfielder Coco Crisp travel to the hot and humid climes of South Florida, where they do battle against the upstart Florida Marlins and their charming and sometimes dominating lefty, Dontrelle Willis — it won’t be easy to stretch the streak. We’ll be out to dinner with Mrs. SF, but use this as your game thread for all commentary.
Thursday, June 29th, 2006
We were trying to think of something to post on this lazy, humid, stinky day in New York, but it’s all been done elsewhere. Pedro got hammered. The Sox stretched their streak to a ridiculous eleven. A-Rod was welcomed into the
"what have you done for me lately, you no good overpaid piece of sh*t" "True Yankee" club. The Yankees hit the first of what will likely be several "turning points" this season, leading us to ask: if you have multiple turning points, what direction are you facing? Most of my YFSF cohorts are either on vacation or talking to a bunch of yahoos with slide rules and Cap Anson photos in their wallets. So we’re taking the afternoon off from thinking about baseball. We’ll be back with a game thread. Until then, stay cool.
Wednesday, June 28th, 2006
Following this afternoon’s rousing victory in the Bronx, we depart for the Northwest, and the
gathering of nerds celebration of the national pastime that is the annual convention of the Society for American Baseball Research. We tease, because we are proud members of this most honorable organization. Stay tuned here for all that’s new in the fields of historical and statistical baseball research. And if you happen to be in Seattle, please join us this Friday at the Elliot Bay Book Company for a reading of Spalding’s World Tour, recently honored as an editor’s choice in the New York Times Book Review. Reading starts at 5 pm.
For Pedro Martinez, it came in a postseason matchup against the Cleveland Indians. For Curt Schilling, it was a bloody sock. Tonight, for Javier Lopez, it was a strikeout of Carlos Delgado in the eighth inning of a 10-2 blowout: today he is a Boston Red Sox.
self-importance kidding aside, we’re proud of our ability to coax Pedro into his earliest exit in THREE YEARS, much less this season, and, to mangle a phrase from way on down in Tuscaloosa, "roll Sox roll!". Tomorrow they go for the full dozen. Good times.
For Jason Giambi, it came in the form of a granny, in the rain, against the Twins. This afternoon, for Alex, it was a 12th-inning clout against the Braves, a two-run, walk-off homer that will serve as Alex’s Bomber Bar Mitzvah: today he is a Yankee.
It had been, up until that last pitch, a miserable June for Alex, his problems compounded by the persistent late-inning genius of David Ortiz, to whom he is inevitably compared. Last night, he struck out in the eighth with the game on the line, one more in a series of failures, and as he walked back to the dugout banging himself on the helmet with his own bat, there was a sense that maybe the pressure had taken it’s toll, and that A-Rod the MVP, Superhuman A-Rod, who exuded a cocky confidence that has put off so many fans, was gone, and maybe for good. An error this afternoon, again in a crucial situation, brought out the boo-birds, reinforcing the perception, and it was hard to blame the fans for their frustration. For Alex, the MVP, it was time to produce. Thankfully, it is a short distance from goat to hero. Alex covered it with one swing. Wasn’t it pretty?
While pigs flew in the Bronx today, a certain Dominican hurler warmed for tonight’s re-appearance at Fenway Park. We suppose there’s not much to say here regarding this evening’s matchup that we didn’t state in yesterday’s "20 Years" post, other than that we hope Pedro Martinez (again) grabs a mammoth standing ovation and then proceeds to have his shortest outing of the year. Keep the streak going, Sox.
This one goes to eleven.
I’m sure the schedule-makers were all excited about this series over the winter. Braves and Yanks. Powerhouses. Head to head. Turns out it’s been a dud, with last night’s anemic effort by the home team being the low point. Actually, the low point was Kyle Farnsworth turning his back on Jorge in the 8th, like some delinquent child not wanting to hear it from a ticked-off parent. This after crossing up the catcher for about the 47th time in 13 pitches. Farnsworth has been terrible of late, as has been Alex, who produced his usual late-inning, crucial-situation K, this followed by a hearty chorus of boos and Alex plocking himself on his helmet with his own bat. We’re tired of defending the third baseman. His numbers in June suck, and the defense isn’t exactly world (or even NL) beating lately. Time to shape up. A slump now, what with Cano also being DL’ed (honestly, could anything more go wrong? Jeter and Moose should be driven home from the park in styrofoam), is really the last thing this club needed. (Cash: Now would be a good time for that extra bat!) And things don’t get any easier in today’s afternoon game. Rubber-armed John Smoltz, Atlanta’s stopper, is on the hill. We show Chien-Ming Wang. We expect a good outing from Tiger. Let’s hope he gets some support. Comments go here.
If Roger Angell is this era’s Grantland Rice, Peter Gammons is our Red Smith; the best and most influential reporter on our national pastime, and a most deserving Hall of Famer. Gammons, as you probably know by now, is in intensive care after an aneurism yesterday. We wish him a most speedy recovery.
Tuesday, June 27th, 2006
I was thinking about this recently and it blew my mind: The last time the Braves failed to make the play-offs, Steve Guttenberg was a top draw at the box office. People bought tickets to a movie because Steve Guttenberg was playing the lead. His was the biggest name on the marquee. Crazy…Back to the situation at hand. It’s become all too apparent that the National League is filled with teams far worse than teams that play in, say, the American League. The Red Sox have taken advantage of that little factoid. The Yanks have not. The result: Going into this game the Sox have a 2.5 game advantage. In other words, no more joking around. The Yanks have to win all the remaining games on their schedule until it is assured that they beat out the Sox for the AL East crown. Another crazy thought: The last time the Yanks failed to win the AL East the television had yet to be invented. It’s been a long time. Here’s to keeping it that way! Comment away…
Much is being made of the (almost) 20 years which have passed between the 1986 World Series and present days. As the Mets make the shuttle trip to Boston, we pause for a moment to think of some of the life-changing events that have happened since these two teams locked horns in historic and dramatic fashion way back when.
- I wear a Mets hat for a week following most painful gag in sports history after losing bet to freshman roommate, a Mets diehard
- Freshman roommate somehow survives three more years of college in same dorm room despite my residual anger
- Red Sox go to 8 playoff series, Mets to 3
- Sox win one World Championship, Mets none
- Roger Clemens throws ball past 20 players in one game in final season with Sox
- Roger Clemens throws bat past Mike Piazza in final playoff appearance against Mets
- Red Sox beat Yankees in playoffs in heroic, come-from-behind fashion, never giving up despite immense odds. Mets fold to Yankees like cheap lawn chair
- Red Sox trade Heathcliff Slocumb for Derek Lowe and Jason Varitek
- Mets trade Scott Kazmir for Victor Zambrano
- A certain Dominican gives Sox fans something to stand and cheer for every fifth day
- A certain Dominican gives Mets fans something to stand and cheer for every fifth day
Here’s hoping for a great series, a little bit of catharsis, and an extended, exuberant, wholly deserved standing ovation for the greatest pitcher I have ever seen, Mr. Pedro Martinez.
Monday, June 26th, 2006
No long preamble here. Erstwhile Athletic Tim Hudson takes the mound tonight against Randy Johnson. These two presumptive aces have not quite lived up to their respective billings this year. What’ll we get tonight? Here’s hoping it’s a Yankee win. Comment here.
PS: Could someone please explain how the Phils let Ortiz beat them two games in a row?
I’m back from Vegas and a certain part of my soul is staying there. It was worth $600 and it believed that the Yanks could sweep a lousy doubleheader from the damn Marlins. Oh well. As further punishment for my hedonistic excesses I have been assigned the task of posting this gamer. If the Sox played in the NL, they’d be the best team ever. They go for their billionth win in a row. It’s 0-0, but the Sox are threatening in the second. Comment away!