FLIP-FLOP
Maybe Cano is the only person actually reading this blog; he seems to be listening to my take on what he needs to do to garner the AL MVP. His personal high 99th rbi gave the Yanks a 1-0 lead before Berkman bounced into a rally-killing double-play. Could’ve used another one of those early runs or two…
Early on, Kay is beating the whole Crawford-getting-nailed-at-third thing like the dead horse rider he is. Broadcast highlight for me is when Kay’s trying to get to the bottom of it – trumpeting his own opinion on Maddon as he does – when sideline reporter Kim Jones, who usually kowtows to the big-headed one, says, “Beg your pardon, but Michael you’re wrong.” She had been the one who interviewed the Rays’ skipper so she should know better. Of course, Kay gets his revenge by offering to let Kim do play-by-play for the middle innings of an upcoming game vs. the O’s if she would get into the fish tank from where she was reporting. She smiled and laughed, but I would have called him – again – on his bs.
Kay mentions that Hughes is “perfect through four” which, of course, leads immediately to a hit followed by a 2-run shot. All I want is a roll of good duct tape perforated into Michael Kay mouth-long strips.
Al Leiter makes a very good point about shaking off catchers that I’ll share here when I have a little less to say for myself. If you really want to know: ask.
It seems very clear that the YES cameramen and announcers have been instructed to treat Don Zimmer as a non-entity. They never even mention him and the cameras rarely find his very familiar mug. I’d like to believe that by game 3 in the series, Zim had figured that out and moved to a spot in the dugout that got him some New York TV-time. He obviously has just too much Torre-cooties on him…
Jeter sold a HBP in the 7th like an Oscar winner. The ball hit the knob of the bat, but Jeter cried out in pain, spun away (eyeballing the ump to make sure he was paying attention) and even got Gino out to check on him. Jeter also got Maddon out – as in tossed out – for arguing the play. That Jeter scored the tying run on Granderson’s laser shot to the right field seats only goes to underscore just how many ways the Captain can and does help the Yankees win.
But Hughes’ second gopher-ball to Dan Johnson put the Yanks down 4-3 and that was how it ended.

Sorry, but watching the SF Giants is kind of like what I think watching soccer is like. And I don’t like soccer and I thank God that I was born a Yankee and AL fan. But at least the Giants were able to pack the park unlike those Rays.
Joe Montana, freezing his ass off next to his bitchy-looking blonde wife, answered the poll and stated that he thinks his neighbor, Aaron Rowand, should be leading off for the local team. It’s kind of like the choreography of a sex scene in a porn flick when you’re asking a retired QB to make your lineup decisions.
“THIS IS ACTION!” screams the Giant announcer on a double, which was the “drive of the game.” Soccer. But the Giants actually score 2 whole runs and win 2-1 after Brian Wilson gives up the insurance run in the bottom of the 9th. Oh, and there was this “kid”, a September call-up named Lindsay who pinch-hit for the Dodgers. Lindsay, a la Balboni, is something of a minor league homerun hero who had spent sixteen freaking years in the minors before this call-up.

** I meant to write about "Machete" today; see it tonight so I don't spoil it for you tomorrow... **