The Jay-Z performance. I am… worried? frightened? aroused? all of the above? by Alicia Keys’ aggressive rap-hoochie moves, also by those pretty much armpit-high pink boots, seemingly made out of suede so soft that the calf can’t have been more than a day or two old before it was butchered, for you, and me, and the crowd at Yankee Stadium.
-Would you have sent Pedro back out for the seventh? (That was a rhetorical question, Grady Little.) True, the Matsui homer was almost as cheap a shot as Utley’s first one last night, but Pedro was clearly laboring, had been skirting disaster all game, and his luck was due to even out even disregarding how tired he would have been at that point, coming up on 100 pitches. A lot of high-effort two-strike pitches, or painted corners from behind in the count. (All of which was exciting and inspiring to watch in ways I won’t articulate lest I bore you.) And it’s not like Manuel didn’t have a fully rested bullpen, or an off day coming up.
-If the Phillies face A.J. Burnett again this series, which seems likely, they may wish to consider not always swinging s’goddam early in the count. They had some good at-bats when they weren’t too busy having shitty, shitty at bats that either lasted two pitches or saw them down in the count early because they didn’t lay off the breaking stuff, which was nasty but definitely out of the strike zone.
-I love it when a hitter doesn’t get a bunt down before strike two, the manager takes the bunt sign off, and then the hitter takes it upon himself to man up and get a bunt down—and then bunts the two-strike pitch foul, to strike out. Derer Jeter, your commitment to putting your personal sense of honor ahead of the team is just one of the reasons why every sportswriter in America wants to wake up next to you, just once.
-Since this unfortunate April incident, Eric Karros has done much better work with his high-volume combover. I can’t find a picture of last night’s pregame show, but he’s looking practically Kennedy-esque.