Category Archives: Yankees

Final Send off for the Captain


Derek Jeter began his final homestand in the Bronx tonight. He singled off R.A. Dickey, got caught stealing; probably trying to give the home crowd a nice memento to remember him by. And then he did something legendary.

Jeter hit a home run off Dickey into the left field seats. As he rounded the bases, he had to be wondering if it was the last one he’ll hit.

Unless you’re living in a cave, you heard about Derek Jeter’s legendary Gatorade commercial that rolled out today. It’s all kinds of awesome.

Jeter’s last game at the stadium will be next Wednesday, an afternoon game that many of us will miss because we’ll be at work. I’m really going to miss Derek Jeter. I think everyone who loves the game of baseball feels the same way about it. I have received so many text messages today from my baseball brigade of friends who all said they’re really sad to see him go.

Mel Hall was a real loon


This post is not intended to invoke any humor whatsoever. For all the beautiful parts of the game, Mel Hall turned out to be one of the game’s most ugly facets.

We remember him pretty well because he did look flashy on the Topps cards we owned of him, just as the SB Nation feature story said he attempted to be. We always pulled Mel Hall out for some reason and put him in the ‘star’ pile, even with fairly pedestrian career numbers.

He had some pretty famous moments, as some fans remember in the Bronx. He even has folks calling one Red Sox – Yankees tilt the ‘Mel Hall Game’.

But make no mistake about it – this guy is sick and his history in the game should be condemned. It’s still a great read and if you’re a baseball fan who grew up with even the faintest memory of Hall and you’re bored you should read it.

RIP, Don Zimmer


I don’t really know why – but there was something that always felt comforting about seeing Don Zimmer on television in a baseball uniform. Today he passed away at age 83, and baseball lost one it’s most coveted members of it’s storied fraternity.

Zimmer spent much of his time in uniform with three of the most storied organization in baseball history: Dodgers, Cubs, and Yankees.

He lived a charmed life in baseball. He’ll probably be most remembered for getting thrown to the ground by Pedro Martinez in the 2003 ALCS. It’s arguably one of the most famous moments in the rivalry’s history:

And at that moment, you wanted to walk down on the field and pick up the little man they called ‘Popeye’ and dust him off. Much of the baseball world became forever endeared to the bald fat man who sat next to Joe Torre in the Yankees dugout at that very moment.

You get the feeling that Don Zimmer loved extra innings and more baseball. Where he’s at now, every day is like a new 19-inning marathon, all-you-can-eat baseball buffet. Sleep well old timer.

Mike Trout on Display all weekend in the Bronx


You just knew the game’s finest player had something special in store for his one and only trip to Yankee Stadium this season. On a beautiful Saturday afternoon in the Bronx, he did everything he could to will his team to victory. He went home run, K, walk, walk, single and stole a bag. If you were at the park – and one of our good friends was – it probably felt like you got the full Mike Trout experience. We would have given anything to have been in the Bronx yesterday to see it. The Angels still lost the game 4-3.

Then tonight, on display for the world to see; Trout gets a couple of singles off Masahiro Tanaka on ESPN Sunday Night Baseball. He also struck out a few times. The one thing in watching Trout close is that even in the at-bats he’s striking out, he’s right on a bunch of tough pitches that Tanaka is throwing him. He’s fouling off two seamers and sliders hard, along with the other five pitches Tanaka mixes up in the zone. His swing is so quick and flawless, I’ve never seen anything like it.

You can tell Trout is just at ease in the box and on the field. He’s in control, and because of his ability he’s able to reach a comfort level that lets him have fun playing the game. That’s what makes Mike Trout so great: just showing up for work at Yankee Stadium and straight kickin’ ass. He’ll board the plane tonight after the game and do it again tomorrow night in California.

I love watching Mike Trout ball.

Replay FUBAR Leads to Morosi Idiocy


In its relative infancy, the replay system that Major League Baseball has employed, so far, has ran pretty smoothly. We aren’t getting as many meltdowns from managers, but the pace of the game isn’t slowing down, and the umpires are getting the calls right. That is exactly what replay is there for: to get the call right.

In today’s Yankees vs. Red Sox game in the Bronx, the Sox manager, John Farrell, decided to use his challenge on a Dean Anna double. Let’s go to the video.
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New York Yankees 2014 Team Preview


For today’s team preview, you’re in for a real treat. The team is the New York Yankees, always relevant and at the forefront of the baseball universe. This preview is extra special because it’s written by one of our favorite baseball writers on the internet: William Tasker, also known as The Flagrant Fan. You can follow William on twitter here for some great baseball takes and reads all season long. William gives us an excellent perspective being that he is a die-hard Yankees fan.

Every single projection system on the planet seems to calculate the 2014 New York Yankees to finish with 83 wins. And that is somewhat understandable since huge question marks abound concerning the infield, the bullpen and CC Sabathia. But what if those concerns are unfounded? This is a team that can win 93 games just as easily as it wins 83.

Manager Joe Girardi has had a very successful Spring Training. With a team stacked with injury risk, the only major concern has been time missed by Jacoby Ellsbury with a calf strain. Of cource, the newly acquired center fielder is one of those injury risks as he has had problems staying on the field in the past. Otherwise, others who have caused great concern have looked healthy. Let’s go over that list quickly. Continue reading

This Will Be Derek Jeter’s Last Season in Baseball


There are few players who are as immensely solid and steady as Derek Jeter has been for two decades now. When he began his Hall of Fame run, I was not yet even in High School. Things are now winding down, and as he enters what he today declared to be his final season, I’m ten years into my own career and adult life.

If only I would have been as consistent as Jeter.

This is not a post meant to eulogize the guy just yet; that will come on this blog after he’s played his final game. But before you go saying ‘here comes another tribute season to someone’, try and remember that baseball is just a much better place with Derek Jeter as part of it. I’m by no means a Yankee fan, but I respect the place in the game that the Yankee captain signifies. Jeter has done a great job carrying that torch with dignity and respect, never once tarnishing his name. You don’t find flip phone pictures of Derek Jeter doing anything funny floating around the internet. He has been the consummate teammate and professional for such a long period of time. I mean honestly; who goes 20 years without screwing up in some fashion?

Click through the jump to see Jeter’s announcement.

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I Don’t know if I can handle much more A-Rod/Bosch Talk


So I am in a state where I am desperately trying things to pass the time until baseball season begins – and I don’t just mean spring training games and pitchers and catchers report stuff. That’s not the end-all, be-all for me. I mean the real thing. Real games, counting stats, nightly standings. And I log onto my favorite daily sites to read something that will hopefully pass the time in a faster manner (nothing will), and all I find is Alex Rodriguez talk.

I have little reaction to the A-Rod stuff at this point. I just want it to go away. He’s a liar. He’s lied so long that he probably believes himself. He strikes me as the kind of guy who sits around wondering why the rest of the world is mad at him for all of this.

I agree with Fangraph’s Dan Szymborski in that A-Rod should just go full-heel turn if he ever plays again and embrace being the villain. But he’s never going to be able to do that because A-Rod is a tone deaf douche. He will probably ride off into the sunset lying. Just die clean, that’s the only way to save face at this point.

The whole thing is a real shame. I remember back in 1996 when Rodriguez exploded upon the scene. I presume he might have been cheating then as well, but the world didn’t know it. And this kid was one of the most exciting players to follow growing up. What he was doing in Seattle every night back then was a joy to watch. It’s hard to believe this is even the same player and person we’re sitting here hating to write about all these years later.

And I long for a day when we get something interesting to talk about or read about. Just 75 more long, excruciating days until we have something other than Rodriguez and his sketch doctor Bosch to talk about. I can hardly live long enough.

Hard Hittin’ Mark Whiten Player of The Week


Well here’s a sentence I never thought I would type: Alfonso Soriano is the hard hittin’est of them all. And it’s hardly a sentence because there’s a word in there that isn’t in the English language (unless you speak Diamond Hogger).

Starting one calendar week ago today, Soriano had one of the biggest weeks in baseball history; and one that is worthy of him being named HHMWMPOTW.

Here are the stats – and you better be sitting down:

15 for 22 (.682 batting average), Five home runs, 18 RBI, .682/.708/1.409 slash line. That’s an OPS of 2.117 for a week. True to Soriano form, he walked just one time even being as white-hot as he was. The crazy bastard had 14 RBI in a 3-game stretch which tied a big league record. Then for shits and giggles he collected four more on the fourth night to give him his total of 18.

I hope that someone’s fantasy baseball team reaped the benefits of this tidal wave of offense he provided. I was one of the ignorant ones who talked myself out of picking him up for a short tour of duty because while I thought he might have a resurgence in his second go around as a Yankee, I couldn’t see anything like this coming down the pipeline.

Here’s the grand slam he hit at Yankee Stadium to really get this going. No one can say that Soriano’s second chance in pinstripes didn’t go over well. The guy can still flat out hit when he gets in a groove.

A-Rod will be on display tonight in Chicago

I really didn’t know how Joe Girardi would handle this. I thought there was a possibility when he came right down to it, the organization would have him pull the plug on things and say that in respect of Major League Baseball’s ruling; Alex Rodriguez would not be playing for the Yankees.

But the Yankees are rolling A-Rod out there, hitting him clean-up tonight against the White Sox.

Stuff’s about to get cray. A-Rod is getting a final slate of games to compile some more stats before he never plays again. He’s set to meet with the media at 6:15 ET.

Remembering Thurman Munson on Canton, Ohio’s Weekend


Canton, Ohio grabs the spotlight tomorrow by kicking off the NFL season with the Hall of Fame ceremonies and that crappy exhibition game of grocery baggers. But Canton should be remembered for a different reason on this weekend.

Thurman Munson died 34 years ago today, four years before I was born. I know people in Canton who knew Thurman. After talking to them and reading this story on Deadspin about him, he sounds like the type of player I’m sorry that I never got to see take the field.

Summer Reading Book Club: The Last Boy Mickey Mantle by Jane Leavy


I wanted to read something that would give me an idea about all things Mickey Mantle; a player I never got to see play but a figure whom I consider more to be a God of the great game or an icon of the game’s storied past. In The Last Boy: Mickey Mantle and the End of America’s Childhood, Jane Leavy pulls together every moment in great detail from seedling to star of ‘The Mick’. After completing this book I am convinced that this will be history’s comprehensive read on one of the game’s greatest legends ever.

It’s obvious from the book’s beginning that Leavy did a great deal of homework in pulling this together – and I like when writers do that. It’s a quality that really endeared Jeff Pearlman to me. Leavy takes the same approach; if the milk man would have seen Mantle playing in the front yard a few times in Oklahoma and he was still leaving, Leavy would have done her due diligence in talking to him about Mantle’s childhood.

We learn very early on that Jane Leavy was one of the American’s who put Mantle on a pedastool, idolizing him through the heat of many steaming Bronx summers. Later on in life she had the opportunity to spend a day with her hero to interview him and was shown some very human like blemishes of her Superman (Mantle actually attempts to sleep with the author in one of his drunken stupors). But she also sees the soft side of the Mick. Leavy learns the truth about his sobriety – how for all his folk story accomplishments on a baseball diamond – that his greatest triumph was perhaps the man he ended up becoming before his expiration. This will serve as a proud moment for those who loved Mantle when they read about him.

This book simply offered such exquisite documented detail on every event in Mickey Mantle’s life and career. I wanted to read about the degrees of Mantle’s alcoholism and hard partying days. Leavy tells dozens of tales of Mantle staying up all night long with his own teammates and friends of the opposition; only to report to the park the next day and homer twice. If it weren’t so accurately descriptive you would think it was a folk hero tale.

I wanted to read about that Yankee Stadium outfield drain that Mantle stepped in during the World Series that left him playing on one leg his entire career – it’s in the book down to the detail of what the doctor who cut Mantle open after the surgery.

You’ll read about Mantle’s rocky relationship with Joe Dimaggio, his close friendships with Whitey Ford and Billy Martin, that magical 1961 season with Roger Maris as well as an entire chapter on the longest legendary home run he hit against the Washington Senators in the nation’s capital.

And there’s stories about him chasing broads. Lots, and lots of broads. Right down to the bitter end, Mantle was always kept company with buxom beauties just like you’ve always heard about.

You also learn that on the inside of this superhero was a very mortal human being who was a lot like you and I. He was not able to be with his father when he died. Mantle often feared his own death at a young age and wondered whether or not he would be saved once he got to the pearly gates.

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When you read about all those summer days of the Yankees glory, you’ll be able to picture the bright July sunshine that beat down on Yankee Stadium when Mantle was the king of the earth. Nearly any Mantle tale that you’ve heard from fathers, grandfathers, or figures of your life who grew up in this era will be touched upon and give you an accurate trial of how it went down. You’ll feel as if you actually got to see the Triple Crown season of 1956 unfold.

Through reading this book I realize one take-home message: that for all the talking I do to try and tell those with an interest in baseball that Bryce Harper or Mike Trout will be the ‘Mickey Mantle of my son’s time'; I realize there will NEVER be another Mickey Mantle that walks the earth or anything close to it.

Not only was Mantle a modern marvel of science with more God given ability then most of the ballplayers who are on our television sets in today’s era, he simply existed in a time and space that wasn’t of the internet-age where information is readily available. The access we have to players today spoils us. The lack of access that fans and writers had to Mantle, coupled with the way everything in sports are sponsored and so corporate in today’s world robs us of the magical mystique in today’s world. That part of the game has been gone a long time.

Players today simply know better. They don’t openly drink cans of Natural Light in the locker room or smoke cigarettes down in the tunnels, and if they do it’s immediately a story. In Mantle’s day it was nothing for him to sleep off his hangover in the training room before the game only to get started on a new one when his work at the yard was completed for the day.

I wasn’t privileged enough to grow up in the era of ‘The Last Boy’, to experience the age of innocence that was baseball in the 50’s and 60’s. But I realize through reading this book that I would have probably been a Yankees fan, helpless against the intoxication that the man who wore number seven offered to those born in the late 1940’s or early 1950’s.

And in the end the things that should be important to every man were important to Mantle. He did good things and righted many wrongs in his life. It is almost sad and cryptic to read along and watch as he self destructs after his playing career ends. He turns his sons into drinking buddies – after largely ignoring his wife and family during his playing career. Yet one learns that through all the lovers he kept in his company, Mantle refused to ever get a divorce from his wife Merlyn because he loved her to the fullest of the ability that he knew how. At the end of the story, Mantle becomes the father he always should have been. It’s a part in the story that will tug on some heart strings because it will remind readers of their own personal lives and their own fathers perhaps.

Through it all you also realize that Mantle did every bit as much to raise the Yankee ‘NY’ insignia to greatness as players like Ruth, Gehrig, and Dimaggio. Mantle was simply the next one in line to carry the torch, and he did it with a lot more flair than his past counterparts.

You come to realize why Mantle’s collectible items are still as valuable as anyone’s in the collector market present day. Leavy devotes an entire chapter to Mantle’s collectibility back in those days, his relationship with the Upper Deck company, and how his rookie card came to be the card that changed sports collecting and the hobby.

This was one of the most interesting baseball works that I’ve ever opened up, and it’s a perfect book to start reading in the summer months when you’re in the heat of baseball season. We’ll never have the chance to know what it was like growing up in the Bronx, listening to our radio while they tar the streets in hopes that Mantle would hit the next of his gargantuan blasts. But through Leavy’s work, we get to experience just a taste of it. Leavy takes us along through Mickey Mantle’s wild and unbelievable ride through life.

Hard Hittin’ Mark Whiten Player of the Week


This post should have been up yesterday – as it goes up on most Monday’s – but it was hard to select a player for HHMWPOTW.

You see, not every week in baseball is someone going to go totally apeshit and hit 6 or 7 home runs. We’ve just been incredibly lucky because Miguel Cabrera, Dominic Brown, and Jay Bruce have been very accommodating since we started this little award.

This boy who takes home the hardware is in a contract year, and when a guy like Robby Cano is in a contract year; you know he’s going to get someone sooner or later.

In the week that was, Cano went .375/.484/.833 with 3 home runs and 10 RBI. He walked six times and struck out only ONCE.

Robby went boom.

Derek Jeter to begin AAA Rehab Assignment Saturday


Derek Jeter is close to being ready, and things have escalated quickly.

According to the New York Daily News’ Mark Feinsand, Jeter will join Triple A Scranton/Wilkes-Barre on Saturday.

Feinsand said the plan is for Jeter to play ‘at least five innings’ at shortstop tomorrow.