Well, it’s a Justus Sheffield start, and you know what that means. Hi my name is Kate and I’ll be your recapper tonight. It’s fine. Heavy is the head that wears the sad little chef’s hat, and whatnot. But hey, the last time Justus pitched on a Tuesday was way back on April 13, so maybe Tuesday’s got a little good juju for him?
|DJ LeMahieu - 3B||J.P. Crawford - SS|
|Aaron Judge - RF||Mitch Haniger - RF|
|Gary Sanchez - C||Kyle Seager - 3B|
|Giancarlo Stanton - DH||Ty France - 1B|
|Luke Voit - 1B||Jake Fraley - CF|
|Gio Urshela - SS||Luis Torrens - C|
|Rougned Odor - 2B||Jake Bauers - DH|
|Miguel Andujar - LF||Dylan Moore - 2B|
|Tim Locastro - CF||Shed Long - LF|
|Jameson Taillon - RHP||Justus Sheffield - LHP|
This episode will post tomorrow, but spoiler alert: we had LL Emeritus and current NYDN baseball writer Matthew Roberson on the pod to talk about these befuddling Yankees. Matthew made the fair point that these Yankees are still running out the withered husk of Brett Gardner every day, and have only stopped doing that in order to run out “what if Dee Gordon but less defensive ability and personality” Tim Locastro in his place. I made the much fairer point that the Yankees seem to enjoy pummeling the Mariners in every meeting, buoyed by the transplant Yankee fans who attend exactly one (1) series at T-Mobile Park every year and spend the rest of their time buying up properties because it’s so much more attainable than New York and making fun of our bagels. (I must grudgingly acknowledge NY bagels are, in fact, better, and without wanting to alienate a potential sponsor I fear it is, indeed, the water. But our smoked salmon is better than your soggy, slimy, salty, mealy, paper-thin lox any day of the week and twice on Sundays.)
No news, but I thought you should see this:
Tonight’s game is can be seen/heard in all the old familiar places (710 ESPN, ROOT Sports NW, projected against the side of a cave as an allegory) and begins at 7:10. And no, middle-aged dude in a full judge’s costume with powdered wig worn with Birkenstocks, I still have not successfully brain-bleached you from my memory. Godspeed, all of you going to the game. Be safe.