Tagged: Robinson Cano

Amazing Andy

2010 Pretty In Pinstripes Challenge Tracker: Entry #51 – 5/31/10 – Indians @ Yankees

Final Score: Yankees 11, Indians 2.

What an absolutely amazing start from Andy Pettitte. This man just keeps getting better and better! At certain points during the game, it was actually scary to watch him pitch so beautifully. He was in the zone, locating his pitches outstandingly. When you don’t have the most power, it’s all about location, location, location. 
Andy pitches seven beautiful innings, in which he gave up one run (a solo home run to Peralta) on four hits. He walked no one, and struck out five. He finished the seventh inning with 89 pitches, and could have easily pitched the eighth inning, if he didn’t have to sit in the dugout for half an hour, while our bats went to work.
I’m sure Andy didn’t mind, though, because it was a wonderful bottom of the seventh that further padded his win.
We scored six runs in the seventh inning. Six runs! I [expletive] love this lineup! Four of those runs came from Alex Rodriguez hitting a GRAND SLAM, after Teixeira was intentionally walked. Where have we heard this before? One day, pitchers will learn that they shouldn’t intentionally walk Teixeira to get to Rodriguez. It seems to spark a fire under A-Rod’s bottom, and makes him an even better hitter. Until they realize that intentionally walking Tex is a bad thing, I guess we’ll just have to enjoy seeing A-Rod rake in the RBIs.
Then there was Robinson Cano, who hit a solo home run right after Rodriguez’s grand salami. BACK TO BACK AND BELLY TO BELLY! Cano and A-Rod are in a race to see who can get the most RBIs this season. I’m enjoying this race. Keep bringing in those runs, boys!
All of our starters got hits this game. All of them! From top to bottom, this lineup is solid. Once Teixeira gets back to being Teixeira, we will have the second-coming of Murderers Row. Mark. My. Words.
Great win for our men in pinstripes. We won the series, and we’re closing the gap on the Rays in the division. Bring on Baltimore!

Keeping It Hot

2010 Pretty In Pinstripes Challenge Tracker: Entry #48 – 5/28/10 – Indians @ Yankees

Final Score: Yankees 8, Indians 2.

There’s not much to say about this game, except that it was hot. 
Phil Hughes continued to show us that he truly does belong in the rotation. He gave up two runs on five hits, walked one and struck out eight. I’m saying this a lot this season, but I’m so happy Joe Girardi chose Hughes for the rotation. I can’t believe anyone was even considering leaving him in the bullpen.
The biggest surprise, however, came before the game, when the lineups were announced. Alex Rodriguez needed a day off, so we needed a cleanup hitter. Who stepped up to the plate? Robinson Cano. Boy, did he step it up big. 
In the seventh inning, with the bases loaded, Cano stepped up to the plate. If Tony Sipp was relieved that he was facing Cano, and not Rodriguez, that relief was soon gone. Robinson Cano blast a home run off of the Indians’ lefty reliever. A GRAND SALAMI to make sure that Phil Hughes’ wonderful start wouldn’t go to waste.
Add that to Nick Swisher’s two-run blast, Gardner and Miranda’s RBI’s, and you have yourself a win!
What else can be said? Robinson Cano continues to be hotter than hot, showing us that he is a huge asset in our lineup.
As for Hughes, well he’s simply PHILTY.


2010 Pretty In Pinstripes Challenge Tracker: Entry #41 – 5/20/10 – Rays @ Yankees

Box Score:


Well, the week from Hell is over. Well, almost over. We’ll make it out alive. Not exactly sane, but we’ll still be breathing.
I’m not talking about the Yankees, of course. They’ll definitely be alive. The Yankees are in a good place. 25-16 is a good record to have in May.
I’m talking about Yankees fans. 
Show of hands, how many of you have ulcers after this week? *raises hand*
Now, how many of you have ulcers that developed their own ulcers because of this week? *raises hand*

We knew ahead of time that this week was going to be the most difficult week yet. We faced two of our division rivals. First, the Red Sox, who magically seem to find their strengths against us. Then, the Tampa Bay Rays, who are hotter than hot right now. I was nervous going into this week. I honestly expected us to sweep the Red Sox, and get swept by the Rays. Well, I was half-right.
Anyway, what an emotionally exhausting week. Oh but
it’s not over! We face our inner-city rivals next! If we don’t beat the Mets, I’ll have to beat something. Probably to a bloody pulp. 

*Meet the Mess. Meet the Mets. Step right up and beat the Mets!*
Listen, I’m the Queen of Cool and Calm when looking at the big picture. I don’t panic until our elimination number is in the single digits, and we’re on a losing streak in September. So don’t worry, I’m looking at the big picture here. 
We’ve been suffering through a lot of injuries, and our bench is pretty much depleted. We called up Chad Moeller to be our backup catcher while Posada is out. Basically, Chad Moeller will be warming the bench for the vast majority of the next month. Nick Swisher is back, so at least we won’t have to suffer through Marcus Thames in right field anymore.
I wonder how Marcus “Dumb*ss Of The Year” Thames is doing? *Who gets hurt like that? Really? Who does that?!*
While I do see, and appreciate, the big picture, weeks like this week hurt. It’s not easy to endure losses like these, as a fan.
You know what? I’m not going to write about this game. I’m sick of repeating the same thing I’ve said about every other game this week… 
It’s only May. *blah blah blah* He was due for a bad start. *blah blah* We knew he wouldn’t win every game this season. *blah* Randy [expletive] Winn *blah blah* These injuries are killing us *BLAH*

What’s the point of repeating myself? You’ve heard it all before, so why should I say it again? Do I really need to recap this game for you? Look at the damn boxscore, it says it all.
We failed once again, boys and girls. I usually try to find excuses for our players sucking in a game, and these excuses are usually legitimate. I just believe in giving your players the benefit of the doubt. Especially the team that we have this year. You know what, though? They’ve already given me enough ulcers to warrant some sort of negative reaction from me.
So, in this post, I will step out of character for a bit, and just make fun of every player who played in this game. I will roast them one by one. Just talk trash to them. That should make me feel better.
Before I begin, let me make it very clear that NONE OF THIS is to be taken seriously. I love our players, and I love our team. This is just a way for me to let my frustration out.
Roasted nuts, anyone?

Andy Pettitte: I used to say “Andy can Pettitte”, but the only thing you should be petting is your toupee at the retirement home. Way to show us you’re not aging, grandpa. Stop hitting me with your cane! I’m getting off of your stupid lawn! Tell your Bridge partner Jamie Moyer to stop shouting at me, I’m not stealing his paper!
Derek Jeter: Captain Clutch? Yeah, not so much. If Minka isn’t clutching it right, give Kate Hudson a call. I hear she’s available. Do it soon before Dallas Braden calls her, and she dies of laughter.
Brett Gardner: You used to remind me of Speedy Gonzales. Now, you’re like that mouse who drew the short straw to decide on who should run in front of the cat, to get to the cheese factory. Like the mouse with the short straw, you got caught. 
Mark Teixeira: Your haircut doesn’t make you look like a switch-hitter, it makes you look like you flat-out bat for the other team. Those bangs must be getting in your eyes, because you can’t seem to tell the difference between a ball and a strike anymore. Call Fabio, or whoever the Hell your San Fransisco-esque hairdresser is, and tell him that Papelbon came onto you after the Red Sox game, thinking you were his type. That hairstyle has got to go.
Alex Rodriguez: Maybe you should give your cousin in the Dominican Republic a call…
Robinson Cano: Maybe you should conference call with A-Rod and his cousin…
Nick Swisher: Last I checked, you can’t hit the ball with your awesome attitude. So stop clowning around, and start getting some damn hits. I don’t care who you’re with or how awesome your hair is. Get some damn hits. Stop staying up late, talking to people on Twitter. Unless these people will hit home runs for you, GET SOME SLEEP!
Juan Miranda: You’re actually productive, but I have to roast you like I did the others. So… you make “DH” stand for “D*ck Head”.
Francisco Cervelli: Okay, that helmet was cute in Spring Training, but now you look like you should be licking short-bus windows. Need a towel to wipe the drool? Fasten your chin strap, Frankie! Stop hitting solid objects with your head, Frankie! Oy. We need a bigger helmet.
Randy Winn: You’re Randy Winn. 
David Robertson: So nice of you to join us. I’m so sorry that our little pesky baseball season interrupted your vacation from pitching. Obviously you were taking a break from it all in April, and half of May. The drunk, cross-dressing homeless man, who wanders around near my office building, could have pitched better than you in the first month-and-a-half of the season. I know you miss having Spring Break, but please try to do your job when you’re on the mound.
Chan Ho Park: I thought you got over your diarrhea weeks ago. Why are you still crapping your pants every time you step on the mound? It really stinks, Chopper. I’m not sure if something was “lost in translation” but, in America, when we say “give them sh*t”, we mean give them a hard time. We don’t mean “crap your pants and act like a drunken monkey flinging feces”. Actually, I’ve seen monkeys fling poo with more accuracy than your pitches. Get your sh*t right, Chan Ho. Chug a bottle of Pepto-Bismol before each game.
There, like Chan Ho Park’s lunch, that crap is out of my system. Now, I open the floor to you, my loyal readers. If you feel frustrated with the loss, and would like to roast some players, feel free to do so in my comments section underneath this blog post. THIS IS ALL FOR FUN! So don’t take it too seriously, and don’t be offended. We all love our Yankees.
If I get funny ones, I’ll publish them in tomorrow’s blog post.

Pump It!

2010 Pretty In Pinstripes Challenge Tracker: Entry #24 – 5/2/10 – White Sox @ Yankees

I will keep this blog entry light, short, and sweet. I think a final score of “Yankees: 12 – White Sox: 3” is self-explanatory.
To sum up this game, I made a little video.

You can find Beeeebzy’s blog entries and more at 161st-and-River.com.

Don’t You Know The Story Behind Cano?

2010 Pretty In Pinstripes Challenge Tracker: Entry #21 – 4/29/10 – Yankees @ Orioles

Once upon a time, in the province of San Pedro de MacoriĀ­s in the Dominican Republic, a baby boy was born. 
The pregnancy was a painful one for the mother, as the baby wouldn’t stop moving around. The mother constantly felt punches inside her, so she went to her doctor to see what was going on. Ultrasound images showed the fetus swinging his arms around. To the mother, as well as to the doctor, this act seemed random. The father, Jose Cano, knew better. He saw that his unborn son was swinging his arms in a motion similar to that of baseball players during batting practice. He couldn’t have been more proud of this sight.
Throughout the pregnancy, the parents-to-be were very careful about their unborn child’s health. The mother made sure that her nutritional intake was optimal, taking in a lot of protein in her meals to ensure the muscle development of the baby. The father spent every night talking to the unborn child about baseb
all tips and tricks. The little fetus benefitted from both, building up muscle mass thanks to his mother, and gaining baseball knowledge from his father.
Mrs. Cano completed her entire pregnancy, and went into labor on time. She was having strong contractions, but the baby wasn’t ready to be born yet. She was in labor for an entire day, but the baby wasn’t coming out. Then, while walking over to the doctor to hand him a pair of forceps, a nurse tripped over an electrical wire, and the instrument in her hand went flying up in the air. The baby immediately slid out, caught the forceps as they bounced up off the floor, and quickly threw them with great accuracy, right at the doctor’s hand.
It was obvious that a miracle was just witnessed.
The father, a Major League Baseball player, named the baby boy Robinson, after the great baseball legend Jackie Robinson. The world would never be the same again.
At the age of eleven months, Robinson skipped walking, and went straight to running. He didn’t run randomly, like toddlers do, but rather ran towards the corners of the room, tagging each corner with his foot. It was a phenomenon his mother couldn’t explain, but his father knew what it meant. His little son picked up the advice he had given him while he was still in the womb, and was already starting to touch all the bases.
For his first birthday, Robinson’s father gave him a foam baseball bat. Robbie immediately knew what to do with it. He stood up, gripped the bat perfectly, and began swinging it around, just as he had been practicing in his mother’s womb for nine months. Two months later, for Christmas, Robinson’s father gave him a baseball glove. Robbie immediately slid his hand into the glove, and started pointing at objects he wanted his father to throw at him. His dad obliged, and Rob began running around the living room, catching these items, and throwing them back with perfect accuracy.
During the next few years, Robinson Cano swung his bat around at everything. When his father would ask him to hand him the remote, Robbie would throw it up in the air, and bat over to his dad. He also refused to be handed anything, he wanted objects thrown at him. If his mother wanted to hand him his sippy cup, she’d have to throw it at Robinson, and he’d dive to catch it, drink from it, then throw it right back at his mom. 
No one had witnessed anything like it. Robbie’s parents hid this special gift from the world for as long as they could. They felt that people weren’t ready for what Robinson had to offer.
At the age of three, Robinson Cano was enrolled in preschool. He continued his batting, catching, and throwing ways. His talent could no longer be hidden from the world, and teachers were in awe of this young boy. 
While the rest of the class was dancing to music, Robinson was running and sliding up and down the classroom. Of course, he always tagged the corners. While the rest of the children were finger-painting, Robbie was dipping baseballs in paint, placing them on a tee, and swinging his bat to hit them at the blank sheet of paper. He always managed to find the vacant parts of the paper when he hit his paint-covered baseballs.
He soon became a young celebrity, and was even featured on the six o’clock news. He was known as “The Baseball Boy”, and some locals were beginning to wonder whether or not he was human.
At the age of six, Robinson began school, and enrolled in a little league baseball team. He was the only child on his team who refused to use a tee, and coaches would pitch to him underhand. After hitting home runs off of every underhanded pitch thrown his way, coaches decided to pitch to him overhand to try to get him out. This proved to be successful, as it took Robinson Cano’s batting average down to .920 with a slugging percentage of 3.000. It was obvious that they were working with a miracle child.
His childhood and preteen years continued to see Robinson Cano flourish as a golden child. By the age of ten, his father – a former Major League pitcher – could no longer avoid being lit up by little Robbie. Every pitch he threw to his son, was blasted out of the park. Papa Cano could strike out Major League batters, but he could no longer strike out his own son. 
At the age of thirteen, the Cano family moved to Newark, New Jersey, where Robinson went to school for three years. He joined the baseball team, and of course, continued to dominate all the players in his age group. He even began outperforming high school seniors, and many of them were losing the interest of scouts because of this.
Robbie decided to dabble in other interests, and joined the basketball team. His obsession with basketball was brief. He grew tired of the sport as the ball was too large, and was no challenge to this young wonder.
During the time in which Robinson Cano was playing on his high school baseball team in New Jersey, the New York Yankees were struggling in their division. Gene Michael, the General Manager of the Yankees at the time, knew that the only solution to the Yankees’ problems was to build a solid farm system. That was what he was doing, signing young unknowns such as Derek Sanderson Jeter, Mariano Rivera, Jorge Rafael Posada, and Andrew Eugene Pettitte. 
Gene Michael happened to be in New Jersey, one day, while Robbie’s team was playing. He received a phone call telling him to head over to a Barringer High School, to see a thirteen-year-old boy dominate the sport. Gene went to the game, and watched as Cano hit eight home runs. Mr. Michael wrote down the words “Future Yankee – Robinson Jose Cano” in his daily planner, and was determined to hand this piece of information over to his successor, as it was his final year as General Manager of the New York Yankees.
In 1997, at the age of fifteen, the Cano family moved back to the Dominican Republic, where Robbie continued to play baseball for the Pedro Apostol School. The Yankees sent scouts down to keep an eye on him. The Yankees didn’t create the hype surrounding this future star; Robinson Cano needed no hype. He was the real deal. Everyone who had witnessed his talent knew it
In 2001, Robinson Cano was a high school graduate, and signed with the New York Yankees as an amateur free agent. The rest is history.
To this day, it is unknown whether or not Robinson Cano is human.

You can find Beeeebzy’s blog entries and more at 161st-and-River.com

Jackie’s Namesake Shines In His Honor

2010 Pretty In Pinstripes Challenge Tracker: Entry #9 – 4/15/10 – Angels @ Yankees 

Keeping this entry short and sweet.
On a night where Major League Baseball honored one of the great pioneers in baseball history, Jackie Robinson, his namesake showed that he is worthy of carrying the name on.
Robinson Cano was named by his father after Jackie Robinson, and it was only fitting that he gave a magical performance.
On April 15th, 1947, Jackie Robinson became the first African American player in Major League Baseball. Breaking the “color” barrier in the sport, Jackie paved the way for African American players, as well as for players of all racial backgrounds. It’s hard to believe that the sport we love so much was once unicolored. Today, Major League Baseball is home to players from different races, nationalities and backgrounds. This is all thanks to one great man who dared to dream big, and made his dreams come true in the face of adversity.
Jackie Robinson Day means so much to me on so many levels. I am Lebanese-American, and coming from a Middle Eastern background, I am grateful to every man and woman who broke the racial barrier in America. Thanks to these Legends, I have the freedom to be a p
roud American, and all the opportunities I’ve had in life. Thanks to these men and women, I can be whatever I want to be in life. Thanks to Jackie breaking the racial barrier, baseball holds the same values that America was founded on.
Jackie Robinson’s number ’42’ was retired by Major League Baseball in honor of his legacy, and only one active player wears the number today. That player is our very own closer, and the God to whom I pray every night, Mariano Rivera. 
On April 15th, however, every player in Major League Baseball dons the number ’42’ jersey to honor a Legend who shaped the sport we love today.
No one seemed more proud to have the number ’42’ on his back that night than Robinson Cano. His father, Jose Cano, a former Major League pitcher, named him after the very Legend who made it possible for him to play in baseball’s highest league. Robbie was determined to show that he is a worthy namesake, and that is what he did.
On Jackie Robinson Day, Robinson Cano hit his third and fourth home runs of the season, and played a crucial role in the Yankees victory. He has been hot so far this season, and his amazing performance on the Legend’s night further proved that he is the perfect man to bat fifth in our killer lineup.
Jackie Robinson Day is a day that means a lot to players of all races. If the color barrier hadn’t been broken, we wouldn’t see many of the players we see today. Fittingly, Derek Jeter, who comes from a mixed racial background, hit his second home run of the season that night. Hideki Matsui, who is another player in Major League Baseball thanks to the color barrier being broken, also hit a home run in the game. Curtis Granderson had an amazing night as well, showing that he can indeed hit left-handed pitchers, and had two triples on the night. It was a great night for Major League Baseball, and players from different racial backgrounds honored the man who made it possible, by giving great performances.
It was also nice to see Phil Hughes’ performance on the night. While some improvements can be made, Hughes had a very good outing, and the cheers he received from the crowd at the stadium showed it. Joe Girardi made the right decision by Phil Hughes. He will only get more Philthy from here on out.
The night, however, belonged to Jackie Robinson’s namesake. 
Robinson Cano is finally developing into the player we all knew he would be. His defense is hot, his hitting is hotter, and he will be shining even more in his new spot in the lineup. If the first games of the season are anything to go by, Robbie’s going to have a killer year. Cano will be a better number five throughout the season than Hideki Matsui was last year. Mark my words.
The best is yet to come from Robinson Cano. If things continue going at the same pace, we will have another lifetime Yankee to be proud of. Cano may become part of our next “Core Four”, who the other three will be, only time will tell.
April 15th, 2010, was Jackie Robinson Day, and Robinson Cano’s night. We will see more magic from Robbie this year. I’m happy to have him as a Yankee.

You can find Beeeebzy’s blog entries and more at 161st-and-River.com