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Game 158: Welp, that’s it then.

So that’s how the world ends; not with a bang, but a whimper.  We are officially eliminated from any and all playoff spots, which means our season is basically over.  Derek Jeter’s last home game is tomorrow, his last ever game is on Sunday night.  If we’re going to win any of the next four games, please let them be those.  One of the people I follow on Twitter tweeted an interesting graphic concerning the last time the Yankees missed the playoffs in consecutive seasons —

For the uninitiated, that’s what gas prices were like the last time that happened, which should give you an idea of how rare an occurrence it is.  Gas under a buck…..where oh where did the time go.

Our pitching sucked this afternoon, and there’s no nice way of putting it.  Our starter, Shane Greene, lasted only 3.2 innings, giving up 6 ER on 7 H.  Our bullpen gave up a further 3 ER on 8 H.  It was just an all-around sh!tshow, so I’m not sure if yesterday was an aberration or what.  Claiborne and Huff were the only two relievers who didn’t crap the bed, so good for them.

The offense was as stale and pathetic as the pitching.  Once again, the top part of the lineup had all the hits/runs, with one exception; Stephen Drew went 1-2 with an RBI, and he bats sixth.  Chase Headley went 3-4 with an RBI, Mark Teixeira went 2-4 with 3 RBI, and that’s basically anything of consequence.

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Game 150: The Yankees clearly hate their fans.

Well, I should have expected this, really.  I mean, at this rate, we may not finish the season over .500.  With 12 games to go, it’s entirely doable, and since the playoffs are firmly out of the picture, why not shoot for the stars, eh?  Congrats are in order for the Baltimore Orioles, as they won their first AL East championship since 1997, incidentally the one year from 1996-2000 that the Yankees didn’t win the World Series.  Hmm.  Foreshadowing for next season?  I could go with a 1998-style run right about now.

Unlike Monday’s stellar pitching performance that translated into a loss, we got the exact opposite of that last night, and still lost anyway.  Michael Pineda turned in an uncharacteristically middling performance, lasting only 5.1 innings, giving up 1 ER on 4 H.  It was our bullpen that didn’t help matters at all.  Esmil Rogers gave up 3 ER on 2 H during his stint in the game, which lasted all of 1/3 of an inning, then Rich Hill comes in and gives up 1 ER on 2 H, leaving before even recording an out.  When the Yankees suck, we make a show out of it, don’t we?

Well, the good news is, we exceeded our offensive output from Monday by well over 100%.  The bad news is, we only scored one run, and on Monday we scored no runs at all.  So, I mean, it’s something.  Whatever.  Ichiro went 1-4 with an RBI, Francisco Cervelli went 2-3, and that’s basically it as far as notable performances went.  Let’s see if we can get swept tonight!

Game 124: Damn it.

I know, that’s not an inventive title, but it was my initial reaction upon learning we’d lost the game after yet again, giving up runs late.  The sad part is, I was upset for about 30 seconds, and then I just sighed.  The Yankees have broken me.  I just looking forward to the end of this miserable season, in the hopes that during the off-season, we make some changes that help us be competitive next year.  I know there are many other teams who’d kill to have our problems, but I suppose being burdened with being the New York Yankees makes it hard to swallow down said problems, without feeling like you’re choking on them.

Michael Pineda was our starter last night, and much like Chris Capuano on Tuesday, he threw a quality start — 6.0 IP, 4 H, 2 ER, 1 BB, 3 K.  That shouldn’t be the line for the starter of the losing team.  Also like Tuesday, the bullpen blew the lead late, giving up 4 runs in the top of the 7th.  We can’t win games if our bullpen can’t hold the leads we give them, and we’re playing a team right now who we should be able to soundly rout, even in our current decrepit state. 

The offense wasn’t much better than the pitching, managing only a paltry two runs, even though we had 10 hits.  One would think that with 10 hits, we did more with them than just two runs, but alas……we’re the Yankees.  We like to make everything difficult.  Derek Jeter went 2-4, Jacoby Ellsbury went 2-5 with an RBI, Chase Headley went 2-4, and Ichiro went 2-4.  Our other RBI came from Stephen Drew, who went 1-3.  Everyone in the starting lineup except Teixeira and Prado had a hit.  We should have won this game, just like we should have won Tuesday night’s game.  My only hope is we don’t get swept tonight, though I’m not holding out hope on that one.

Game 123: I’m afraid to admit I expected that.

The Yankees have this incredibly annoying habit of playing well against good teams, and playing like crap against equally poor teams.  The Astros are 20 games under .500.  The Yankees are 3 games above it.  Who do you think won the game last night?  You have three guesses and none of them are “the Yankees.”  I should be glad that everyone else in the division lost last night, except for Baltimore, who seems determined to make up for years and years of being mocked by baseball fans around the country.

David Robertson let me down.  It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it hurts.  The Yankees had fallen behind 4-2, and then we scored 2 runs in the bottom of the 6th to tie it up.  All is well until the top of the 9th, when D-Rob comes in to preserve the tie so we can possibly win it in the bottom of the inning, and he gives up a 3-run HR to Chris Carter…..which promptly gives Houston a 7-4 lead, and naturally we do jack and shit to end the game.  Chris Capuano took the mound as our starter, and didn’t have the best night, going 5.1 innings, giving up 4 ER on 8 H, with 2 BB and 8 K, but after that, the bullpen was quite solid in relief.  That is, until Mr. High Socks decided to rather uncharacteristically cough up the game.  I know I shouldn’t be too hard on him, he’s essentially our Mo in terms of being the closer, and Mo had more than a few shit games himself, believe it or not.  99% of the time, if he took the mound, the game was over, you could start picking up your things to head home.  That 1% though….he liked to keep it interesting, I guess.  I hope our pitching tonight is better than it was last night, because that was a totally unimpressive display.

Our offense wasn’t much more impressive than our pitching, sad to say.  Aside from a few batters who had great nights at the plate, most everyone else stunk it up.  Jacoby Ellsbury went 3-4, Martin Prado went 3-4 with 2 RBI, and Brian McCann went 1-4 with 2 RBI.  There’s our offense, folks.  Not much else to say about it, really.  It’s to the point now where I don’t care how many people get hits, just as long as we get enough hits to win the ballgame.

Game 119: The Curse of the Winnable Game™

In baseball, there are few things I hate worse than when your team has a lead late into the game, and the bullpen and/or starter totally shits the bed.  We had this game.  A game against the division-leading O’s, no less.  Leave it to our bullpen to regress to the mean and totally screw the pooch.  Speaking of, where did that expression come from?  Pooch is slang for dog, and I’d hate to think someone at some point actually had sex with a dog in order for that expression to come to life.  If you know its origins, leave me a comment below and let me know.  Now we’re 8 GB of Baltimore and drifting further and further away from KC for the 2nd Wild Card slot.  I don’t like getting pessimistic, not when there might still be a chance, but I don’t think the playoffs are in our future this year.  Too many injuries, not enough time.  If by some freak coincidence we happen to luck into the 2nd WC….I don’t see us lasting very long.  Sad to say, but true.

We didn’t have much in the way of offense, but until the bottom of the 8th, it was working out quite well for us.  Two runs on five hits isn’t stellar, but it was enough.  Then all hell broke loose.  Pineda pitched quite well, even though he only lasted five innings; he’d just come off the DL, so obviously Girardi didn’t want to stretch him too far to begin with.  Betances comes in to relieve him, and continues to do well….until the bottom of the 8th.  He gives up a HR to Schoop which ties the game, he’s then pulled for Shawn Kelley, who then proceeds to give up a 3-run HR to Adam Jones, and that’s all folks. 

Going back to what I said about the offense, it wasn’t much.  Until the top of the 9th, we only managed 2 R on 5 H.  Francisco Cervelli was responsible for those runs, having hit a 2-run HR in the 3rd.  After that, we didn’t score again until Chase Headley hit a grounder to 3B, scoring Mark Teixeria.  Chris Tillman, the pitcher for the Orioles, did a great job of shutting us down, not that there’s really all that much to shut down anymore.  Pitchers don’t necessarily have to bring their A game against us just to win the game.  I hope that changes for the duration of the season, and we at least manage to end on a high note, but I won’t hold my breath.

Game 118: Somewhat Expected.

Well, I could lie and say I thought we’d pound the Orioles into the ground, but I think we all know that wasn’t going to happen, not even on our best day.  Rather, they’re the ones that did the pounding.  Our playoff chances keep getting slimmer and slimmer, given that we’re behind Kansas City by several games for the second WC spot.  This isn’t going to be an in-depth recap, only because I stayed up rather late last night watching news about Robin Williams, and as such, I’m a bit exhausted right now and don’t particularly have the energy to do a whole lot of bellyaching about how bad the Yankees managed to shit the bed last night.  Losing 11-3 is awful, whether it happens in April or August, but when you’re fighting for your playoff lives, it’s about 10 steps to the left of awful.  I hope that tonight’s game is the exact opposite, in that we manage to win, whether it’s by one run or 20.

Game 110: By the skin of our teeth.

Well, going into this series with Boston, I expected a Yankees sweep, but as Meatloaf once said, two out of three ain’t bad.  The Yankees have kind of been flying by the seat of their pants since right before the All-Star break, as our pitching situation has been less than desired.  We’ve been relying on the back of our rotation, long-men from the bullpen, call-ups, and even acquisitions to shore up our mound presence every night, and sometimes it works…..sometimes it doesn’t.  Also, thanks to timely losses by Toronto and Tampa Bay, we were able to gain a game.  Though, quick question — when is Baltimore going to turn back into a pumpkin?  Is it the early 1970s where they are right now?

Take last night’s game for example.  We won 8-7, hence the title of the wrap-up post, but it’s not like we clobbered Clay Buchholz, who was eviscerated during his last start, and left the Red Sox holding their jocks, though I’d be lying if I said that wouldn’t have been damn funny.  We fell behind early 3-0, then no thanks to Brett Gardner, tied the game.  The Red Sox took the lead again, eventually extending it to 7-3, and then we clawed back to tie it, then take the lead…no thanks to Brett Gardner.  He was a triple short of the cycle, BTW.  Stephen Drew, playing in his first series against his former ball club, had 4 RBI.  Other than those two, no one else really did much.  The only RBI to not come from Brett Gardner or Stephen Drew came from Chase Headley, who had an RBI double.

On the pitching side of things, David Robertson got his 29th save of the season, and David Phelps, well…..at least he didn’t give up 7 runs like Clay Buchholz. Silver linings, yeah?