Looks like this Halladay guy might be kinda good. I looked into it because I had not heard of him before last night. Soon I must crawl into one of those awful beasts called an “airport”, which gave me insomnia last night, which in turn gave me the time to watch this unknown “Doc’s” performance on the DVR at 3am. He_was_so_choice. If you have the means, I highly recommend picking one of him up for yourself.
A Day 4 years off, the rejuvenated Carl Pavano can angle for all sorts of rejuvenated motivation to shut up morons like me that have been mad at him for the last half-decade, give or take a WTF. Morons that, given choice between seeing the Yankees lose a playoff game to Pavano, or, having jumper cables clamped to their man-boobs with the other ends hooked to a deep cycle marine battery, would choose electricity. Maybe you can’t afford a deep cycle marine battery. Soaking your baby-maker parts in sugar water and sitting naked on a fire ant mound should suffice. Another option? Rub Sterno into your scalp, light your hair on fire, and put it out with a roofing hammer.
Andy Pettitte hopes to send the Bombers back to the Bronx up 2-0. QUESTION: if, after tonight, New York holds a two-game lead and Hughes can’t close it out in game three, should they start CC short-rested or let AJ start on a short leash considering that one-game buffer? ANSWER: FALSE. Trade AJ for a bag of Golden beets and an interest in a suck-ass Premiere League Club to teach players learn how to whine to the officials.
It’s fascinating to me that Cliff Lee, such an important part of the Phillies machine last year and part of the three-way trade that sent him to Seattle (and eventually to Texas that landed Doc in Philly) dominated the Rays last night. James Shields (semi-infamous for engaging a brawl wherein he did not hit Coco Crisp, who did not hit Shields either) provides intrigue in St. Pete.
Lineups to follow, comment away.