The Amur Tiger, pictured above at the Seneca Park Zoo in Rochester, pounces from its sunbed to feast. Just off screen are the remnants of the Yankee pitching staff that served as the amuses bouche, entrees, and desserts for panthera tigris altaica. I have been on an exodus from tracking baseball in any great detail due to geography and familial commitments as opposed to any sort of self-imposed sabbatical or general malaise fostered by uninspired Yankee baseball. In fact, I really am looking forward to the series at the Stadium starting tonight, though I will be unable to actually watch games until tomorrow. Obviously, this is redundant material for those of you that would or could not look away from the train wreck of the past two weeks, but I needed to do some catching up before jumping back into the mosh pit.
The pitching lines in that span show what a schizophrenic beast the Yankees rotation has become as of late, from the inspired work of Pettitte, Wang, Clemens, Chamberlain and Farnsworth(!), to the mediocre/dismal/horrific starts and relief posted by the rest of the staff, no matter which way you add up the numbers, it looks bad, with only the big three arms keeping the ERA down around six and a half. Following their four-game win streak that ended in Baltimore in the second game of the last series of Baltimore, from August 14th to August 28th over 117 innings, Yankee hurlers have been lit up to the tune of 138 hits and 91 runs, along with 51 walks and 15 dingers, which works out to opposing batters hitting at a .291/.363/.470 clip, and the most important statistic, a 5-8 record.
How about the Yankee hitters? A quick look at the last ten games for each of the following Yankee batsmen shows that right when they really neeeded to be firing on all cylindars, we’re back into a team whose battery looks akin to mid May.
I did a similar, in-depth study of the Red Sox bats and arms, and reached the following, highly scientifc evaluation: they are rilly rilly good.
As the vacation comes to a conclusion, it is obvious that my friends who were happily married in the Adirondacks a few days ago did me a sincere favor in their sooth scheduling so many months ago. Now back to the grind; see you all later as the Rivalry, somewhat sapped but not completely drained of its potential for post-season implication, resumes.