The specter of Kyle Farnsworth coming into the game in the 10th served to create the urgency for the Yanks to win in the bottom of the 9th. A perfect swinging suicide squeeze by Jeter eeked this one out, with the big hit in the inning coming from Giambi (who should be in the lineup instead of Damon anyway).
Rivera actually looked worse yesterday when he hung on for the save than he did tonight when he got foiled by three bloops. The game would not have reached the bottom of 9 squibber climax had Abreu come up with a throw home in the top of 9 that was not in the vicinity of a pitch that Cano would swing at.
Other unnerving defense is Posada’s habit of taking throws behind the plate and opening up the front door to baserunners. It didn’t cost them this time, but almost. Can’t Tony Pena take him aside with a telestrater in hand? Wasn’t it Posada who scored the winning run in the Yanks last World Series victory because Piazza did the same thing?
By the way, I was hoping they would replace the Kate Smith “God Bless America” 7th inning strrrrrretch with the theme from Jeopardy as a nod to Merv Griffin. I should be in their marketing department.
I was also sad to lose Mr. Tom Snyder recently, despite that he turned me down to have a picture taken with him a few years ago outside a book store in Santa Monica. He wasn’t rude about it. He just politely said he was trying to catch up with his family (Ma Snyder, perhaps?). I’m not a Rupert Pupkin celebrity stalker, but every time I boot up my computer, I think, gosh, that picture would have made fine wallpaper. **** Cavett, if you browse through bookstores in Santa Monica, I’m gunnin’ for you.