What a fantastic Halloween Night! Like a team of Draculas, the New York Yankees sucked the blood out of the Philadelphia Phillies AND almost everyone brought home candy – even Nick Swisher and Johnny Damon. Don’t misunderstand – those two are still in the Haglund’s Heel Doghouse for lousy form. Damon with his wide open fourth position stance in the batter’s box looks like he’s trying to be some kind of Balanchine ballerina. Swisher’s goofy tics and wild bat swinging in the box are enough to send Haglund crawling for his little pills.
But last night Mr. Andy Pettitte stood in the batter’s box with perfect, textbook form and looked like the perfect Nutcracker Prince as he whacked out a hit which incited the Yankees’ greedy bats further.
A great night indeed!
But Guys, we gotta talk about the spitting, etc. Maybe the camera operators aren't doing it on purpose, but it seems that they are overly alert to catching players in ungraceful moments. Last night, broadcaster Joe Buck was praising Alex Rodriguez when the camera shot him off third base launching a wet wad out his left nostril which was quite full. Then Buck starts into more high praises for Philly Jimmy Rollins who was observed launching into a fit of spitting. The camera seemed to seek out Johnny Damon every time he adjusted his dance belt, and there just had to be a checklist to get a shot of every single player spitting. Spitting on the field. Spitting in the dugout. Spitting. Spitting. Spitting. Guys, it’s flu season. Dial it back.
Tonight C.C. "Chubby Cheeks" Sabathia rolls to the mound in an attempt to roll over the Phillies in Game 4. He can do it. No question.
Go Yankees! Point those toes.