Crazy Yankee Chick: Short on Rest, Big on Game: Series Lies on CC's Shoulders
"Look at it this way, if the Yankees swept the Angels, we'd have A WHOLE WEEK without baseball. Is that what you want?"
Last night's loss sent me into fits, and the argument could very easily be made that I was overreacting and oooh, look how spoiled Yankee fans are, it's one loss, etc etc.
I don't really see how being upset over a loss is a fault, to be honest. It's not necessarily a trait you'd want to have to be around for extended periods of time, but it is what it is. Yankees win a lot, it's not our fault that we're not as conditioned to losing as Mets fans.
That said, I've been trying to put things in perspective, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't on the verge of hysterics right now thinking about tonight's game.
At 7:57 tonight, CC Sabathia (19-8, 3.37) goes up against Scott Kazmir (10-9, 4.89) in Game 4 of the ALCS. The hopes and dreams of a universe rest on the left arm of #62 in your playbooks, #1 in our hearts.
The Mariano Rivera controversy (which has since been invalidated--nice try, morons) eclipsed the other Yankee subplot flying around the media wires today, which is the decision to start the big guy on only 3 days rest.
I, for one, am 100% comfortable with this decision.
While it appears at first glance to be a wild gamble with huge stakes, we can't ignore the fact that CC has, indeed, flirted with a few short-rest situations in his day. While he hasn't done it yet this season, his last 4 consecutive starts last year on the Brewers were all on short rest.
Yes, these starts were in September--a month typically saturated with scrub-time--but the Brewers were in a playoff race, and each game was critical and quasi "must-win." In those last 4 starts, CC's went 2-1 with a 0.83 ERA.
He's also demonstrated some bizarro penchant for getting beat up. After getting drilled with a line drive in his neck, he shook it off like he was a claymation figure, and followed it up with a 96 mph fastball. He started the season discernibly shaky and with every start, he got more and more overpowering, with his most recent start one of his greatest: 113 pitches, 4 hits, 1 run, 1 walk.
If he does anything NEAR that tonight, my heart rate has a fighting chance of leveling out to respectable ranges.
The last time the Yankees faced their old nemesis Kazmir, they worked him til he had Scott Proctor Gumbi Arm. If you can't hit 'em, sit on 'em. And it worked. The typically strikeout hurler threw 112 pitches over 6 innings, let up 3 runs, and only blanked 4--the Yanks beat the Angels at their own game.
The Yankees aren't in a must-win situation tonight. But for their fans' sake, they're in a mustn't-go-into-extra-innings-and-send-us-to-the-brink-of-madness situation. For God's sake, tee off on Kazmir.
You're the NEW YORK YANKEES.
Scott Kazmir? Who the hell are you?
"Have faith in the Yankees, my son." --The Old Man and the Sea