Showing posts with label Liz. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Liz. Show all posts

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Liz, learn some practicality


YANKEE FANS LIKE THE YANKEES. WE HAVE NO INTEREST IN YOUNGER SIBLINGS TAKING MORE RISK. WE WANT TO HEAR ABOUT TEX'S MONSTER SERIES AGAINST THE NEW YORK "JAYVEE" METROPOLITANS.

Fear not Yankee fans, for I, Mike, am here. I will analyze the heck out of everything about this "Tex Message" to Yankee fans that he is still alive.

For those of you who did not hear about Marky Mark's Monster weekend, he single handedly destroyed the Metros. A two run shot yesterday to put away New York's JV team and a grand salami today, absolutly wrecking Johan Santana.

While I've said this about 3 times this season, Tex is back. I said it after his 3 home run game against the Evil Empire. I said it when he hit a big 3 run home run a few weeks back against Cleveland. But now, I think things are going to turn around Big Mark.

Things have been changing for Mark "Legs" Teixeira since his 5 strikeout game against Toronto on June 5th. That game was a travesty. Since then, his OBP is up above his career average, and the desired .400 mark. His BA, while below his career average, is about .05 higher than this season's average. Since June 5th, his slugging percentage is up an astonishing .15 points, to .549. These numbers don't even include today's game, which he slammed the Mets on his own.

So, can everybody shut up about Tex crashing? He's fine. It was an extended slow start that will bring his finial numbers down. But I think he's going to go on a thrash for the rest of the season. Look for some pretty good things from Mark Man for the rest of the year.

Mark, I know you're a techno-phobe (similar to Liz). But we have some questions for you. How long are your legs? Also, send us a picture?

Friday, June 11, 2010

Going for 28


Last fall, I was in the midst of a miserable semester. It was my sophomore year of college. I was 250 miles from home and nothing was going my way. I was exhausted, run-down and hadn't gotten a full nights sleep in weeks.

After three weeks of tossing and turning, I'd tried just about every solution in the book. I drank chamomile tea and no caffeine, I took herbal supplements, I tried running before bed, I started meditating. Nothing worked.

Finally, one night in a fit of desperation, I signed up for an mlb.com account. I gave them my credit card number and could now listen to any baseball game in the country.

I immediately turned on the game John Sterling was calling that night on WCBS and I felt a sense of calm I hadn't felt in weeks wash over me. It took me back to the summer nights of my childhood, driving home in the backseat of the car, listening to a Yankees game.

I fell asleep in twenty minutes.

I use this as a story of what baseball and the Yankees mean to me. It's not that I find baseball boring, and listening to Sterling puts me to sleep. I wouldn't be writing this if Idid. But baseball, and the Yankees, have always been a piece of my home. It's not an exxageration to say the sound of my childhood was the Yankees Soundtrack. I feel like the team is an extended part of the family.

So it's fitting that I'm writing this blog with my brother, Mike. He's much stat-focused than I am. So look for me more for my feelings about the team, growing up a Yankees fan, being a transplanted Yankees fan, team gossip (Will Jeter ever actually marry Minka Kelly? What's up with ARod and Cameron Diaz) and book/magazine/blog reviews.

We're going for 28 this year. Leave a comment if you are too.