Yankees 7, Astros 4
W: Kuroda (4-1)
L: Humber (0-6)(!)
Contributed by Reuben
Astros 9, Yankees 1
W:Harrell (3-2) L:Pettitte (3-2)
The Astros are the new guys playing one of the oldest teams in baseball and it will now be a regular series. They did good tonight. One game closer to not losing 100+ games this season.
I’m trying to think of something clever to impart about this game. I have nothing. So, I thought I’ll write a great story about me hooking up with some drug-addicted guy and having an epiphany to share but I just don’t get into guys like that so it makes writing that story hard.
Then I thought, I’ll make up a friend to share their experiences. But, I didn’t have imaginary friends when I was little and I don’t have them now.
I seem to suck at being a contributor. (And sometimes I forget to publish my recaps.)
But, I will say that I went to Yankee Stadium (the one before this one) to see the Reds/Yankees. Yankee fans were nice to me (and I did have a cute Astros bag with me) and it was the first baseball game I ever attended that had a rain delay. So, it was rather cool. Haven’t been the new place and probably won’t be for quite a while. MusicMan did write a great preview and you should check it out.
Hope they Astros have a great Tuesday! Till next week.
Mariners 7, Astros 1
W:Hernandez (2-2) L:Peacock (1-2)
Oops, sorry pretty much everyone that assumed the Astros were going to be no-hit last night by King Felix but they weren’t. I understand he is a good/great pitcher, but not every pitcher is going to no-hit the Astros.
I understand this band of merry Astros is not very good. I understand that they seem to be an almost feast or famine type team but people need to stop thinking just because they are going up against a good pitcher they are going to be no-hit. Yeah, they got close to having a perfect game tossed against them the second game of the season, but really, do people think they will be on the losing end of 10 perfect/no-hit games this season? Really?
I also must confess, I didn’t watch much of the game. I was working on some math problems. I could have gone to the game and found my own math problems. What is the area of a baseball diamond, the whole field? What is the ratio of the 1st and 3rd baselines? I’m sure I could continue but I’m not going to because I really don’t like math much. As long as I do well on my test Friday I won’t have to take the final. That has been my goal all semester and right now I’m meeting that goal.
contributed by Music Man
Astros at Yankees, April 29 – May 1, 2013
Monday, 4/29, 6:05 CDT (TV: CSN Black Hole, NO! Network)
Lucas Harrell (2-2, 4.08) vs. Andy Pettitte (3-1, 2.22)
Tuesday, 4/30, 6:05 CDT (TV: ibid)
Philip Humber (0-5, 7.99) vs. Hiroki Kuroda (3-1, 2.79)
Wednesday, 5/1, 6:05 CDT (TV: ibid)
Erik Bedard (0-2, 7.98) vs. David Phelps (1-1, 5.29)
Let’s get the minor business of the Astros out of the way. Look at those last two pitchers for the Astros. Put them in your mind’s eye, and put them in your heart. They should be what you picture the next time some clown (sorry, Peter Gammons) tells you that the Astros should go after more veterans to remain “legitimate” in their rebuilding process.
As for Mr. Gammons – who has a long history of writing; who has experienced more in baseball than I likely ever will; who should be admired for his efforts in stroke recovery – well, he’s just flat out wrong here.
Peter Gammons @pgammo25 Apr
How can any MLB team in the top 10 markets be allowed revenue-sharing money? Jim Crane’s business model–affront to integrity of game
Let’s get one thing straight: as long as Jeffrey Loria owns the Marlins, or any other team, Jim Crane could never, EVER mount a comparable affront to the integrity of the game.
THE YANKEES
Thus do we begin our first series sharing a league with the most storied franchise in the history of the game: The New York Yankees.
Yankee-hating is easy. It is understandable. I embrace it at times myself. But there is no way to dispute that the Yankees have been the biggest winners in the game’s history, and as they say, history is written by the victors.
My father grew up in upstate New York. His favorite player was Mickey Mantle – and so, of course, my first favorite player was the Mick. His was the first biography I ever read. Suffice it to say, the Yankees were a formative part of my youth – a youth spent in several locations, never developing any close ties to one team until we finally settled in Houston. All this is to say – I understand a little bit of the Yankees, at least from an outsider perspective. As Vince Vaughn said, “I flat out hate your guts. But damn, do I respect you.”
And then there was Yankee stadium. The House That Ruth Built. Not only the most iconic stadium in baseball, but one of the iconic stadia in all the world – and really, atop the list for much of the 20th century. This was the place where Lou Gehrig made his speech. This was the place where Marilyn Monroe’s husband patrolled center field. This was the place where Mr. October sent three different pitching sailing into the night.
This was the place that was. But it is not the place that is.
The degree to which the Yankees dropped the ball with New Yankee Stadium is astounding, and illustrative of all that went right for Houston. When replacing a legendary structure, you have two directions to go: a slavish homage to the original, or something completely new. There’s really no in between.
Minute Maid Park, nee Enron Field, opted for the latter. Gone was the Astrodome’s sense of grandeur; its cookie-cutter fences, the standard of their time; the Astroturf (of course); and the hokey charms of the Home Run Spectacular. In their place came nooks, crannies, hills, trains, Big Bamboos, and the like. You could argue with some of it – many argued with all of it – but there was no question that it was different than that which preceded it. And as such, it was embraced by the city, by the team, and if the national media never embraced it, well, that was typical of the team.
Yankee Stadium chose the other path. A path to copy the old grounds, down to the facades, field shaping, you name it. Which of course, begged the question:
Why bother?
Literally – why build the stadium? Why not just renovate the old park to bring it into the 21st century? There was never a good answer, other than “money”. I was always taught that decisions made with money as the sole driver will end up bad decisions. This one certainly did. There was a movie several years back called “Mutliplicity”, which tried to cash in on the “cloning” concept. The movie rode on the idea that, when you make a copy of a copy, each successive copy gets fuzzier and fuzzier. So, too, with Yankee Stadium. The initial copy, within the hallowed Bronx grounds, lost a little of the character – monuments in play, Death Valley, etc. – but at least it was still the same building.
Then they tried to copy it again, to a new piece of real estate – and the copy was fuzzier than they ever expected. Oh, it had all the latest bells and whistles, and it had premium seats galore, such that the moneyed elite could fall all over themselves for the status symbol of Yankee seating – or so the Steinbrenners thought. But the plan failed, and failed in impressive fashion. Seats were routinely empty, from the second game on. The word was quickly out – the new stadium was completely devoid of charm, overpriced, unwanted.
The Yankees used to occupy a palace, worthy of their monarchy, lording over all of baseball with their (insert current number here) championships. They abandoned their palace in search of a McMansion. And their place atop the sport threatens to crumble with it.
For lately has gone relatively unnoticed an item concerning baseball’s CBA: the Yankees are looking seriously at remaining below the new luxury tax threshold. No big deal for the Yankees, one would think – except that they are already on the hook for over $103M in guaranteed contracts, none of whom are named Derek Jeter, and which does not include free agents-to-be like Robinson Cano and Curtis Granderson, both of whom will seek raises from their current $15M pay. Oh, and those 5 guaranteed contracts include a 39 year old (A-Rod), a 40-year old (Ichiro), a 34 year old who will be 4 seasons removed from his last meaningful production (Teixeira), an outfielder who has been paid by two different teams to go away (Wells), and an aging, overweight starting pitcher (Sabathia).
Following a 2009 World Series win, the Yankees have increasingly depended on splashy free agent signings (Sabathia) and big trades (Granderson) to keep afloat – but all for naught, with playoff losses the last three seasons, and most predictions for this season having them fall further in an increasingly competitive AL East. Meanwhile, the trades and lack of success in the draft have left the farm system increasingly depleted, with their best prospects a catcher who can’t catch, and a center fielder who was just arrested.
If all this sounds vaguely familiar, it should.
I come to bury the Yankees, not to praise them. They may well make another run this year. They may certainly sweep the Astros in the process.
But their house in now built upon sand.
Red Sox 6, Astros 1
W: Lackey (1-1)
L: Norris (3-3)
Another Sunday, another ritual killing for the Home Nine. Today they continued the streak by getting chain-whipped for the fourth time in Boston, providing much-needed relief and mirth for that beleaguered city.
Norris did what he could, going six and giving up five, three earned. Cisnero started out a little rough but ended up staying for two, striking out three. Normally, that’s plenty bad to lose a game, especially on the road, but the stench from the bats continues drawing comparisons to any previous marks for futility you’d care to come up with. The only meaningful hit came from Ronny Cedeno when he went the other way for an RBI single. Apart from that were six weak and meaningless hits spread out over nine innings, coupled with two measly walks. Held down by another in a long series of Cy Young candidates this team has faced in most games since 2011, this time by John Lackey, fresh off his 20-day stint on the DL for an arm ouchy.
This dank funk ain’t one to groove to, but it’s likely to wear a groove in us all before it’s through.
Red Sox 8, Astros 4
contributed by Mr. Happy
Step right up, come on in
If you’d like to take the grand tour
Of a lonely house that once was home sweet home
I have nothing here to sell you,
Just some things that I will tell you
Some things I know will chill you to the bone.
Over there, sits the chair
Where she’d bring the paper to me
And sit down on my knee
And whisper oh, I love you
But now she’s gone forever
And this old house will never
Be the same without the love
That we once knew.
Straight ahead, that’s the bed
Where we’d lay in love together
And Lord knows we had a good thing going here
See her picture on the table
Don’t it look like she’d be able
Just to touch me and say good morning dear.
There’s her rings, all her things
And her clothes are in the closet
Like she left them
When she tore my world apart.
As you leave you’ll see the nursery,
Oh, she left me without mercy
Taking nothing but
Our baby and my heart.
Step right up, come on in…
In a theme that’s become all too fucking common, the Astros pitching staff, irrespective of who is on the bump, ran up a high pitch count, walking eight and throwing 183 pitches in eight innings en route to being doubled up by the BoSox 8-4. This one began very well, with the Good Guys notching two runs in the top of the first against a wild Felix Doubront, but left the bases juiced in a harbinger of tonight’s ultimate fate. Brad Peacock, tonight’s starter and ineffective loser, made a cameo appearance, tossing 90 pitches in his brief 3.1 frames of work, walking five and giving up five earnies. Travis Blackley and Wesley Wright bent but didn’t break. However, Hector Ambriz did, surrendering three runs in his inning of work. Jose Veras finished it out with a scoreless frame in the bottom of the eighth inning.
The Astros RISP woes continued tonight, as they went 1-12 and are now 3-29 in the series, stranding ten fucking ducks on the pond tonight. Strikeouts also continue to plague the Astros, who struck out 12 times tonight, including another Golden Sombrero, this time courtesy of Chris Carter.
George Jones died this week. At 81. I figure that if Ole Possum Eyes made it that far, then there’s still hope for me. RIP.