Tuesday, July 25, 2006


A good game, a piss poor result. Tom Glavine may be an old goat, but he was more sheep than wolf tonight.

But at least i have this to look forward to:


Sun setting on the Yankees

Most of the time, the New York Sun is known for their denial that the Soviet Union ever existed. But this excellent column by Tim Marchman shows that not everything in the Sun is completely laughable. I shall quote at length.

While there may somewhere be someone who enjoys listening to Yankees broadcaster Michael Kay, I have yet to meet him or her.

I watch and listen to games from all over the country, minor league games included, and Kay is easily the most maddening play-by-play man in the country. There are some real homers working in the game right now, and some homers with some really annoying catchphrases, and then there's Kay. He's not only a homer, but seems to feel that the Yankees operate on a higher moral plane than their opponents and that he operates on a higher moral plane than many Yankees; he's not only a spouter of catchphrases, but of some of the most charmless you'll ever hear. ("See ya!")

This isn't all Yankee-bashing, though, as fun as that really is. Marchman points out that the Metropolitans broadcast team of Cohen, Darling, and Hernandez is doing a great job this year. Before that, though, another graf bashing the Yanks:
Someday Joe Torre, Mariano Rivera, and Jeter will move on, but those unintentionally hilarious advertisements using Yogi Berra and Mickey Mantle to sell Magnetic Calendar Night promotions will endure, and everything they symbolize — the Yankees' (somewhat endearing) organizational blindness to their own pompousness and complete lack of a sense of humor, for starters — will endure, too, for both better and worse.
OK, now to the Mets kudos.

Clearly, the three are energized by an exciting team, but they also have more important attributes than vivaciousness — like honesty and insightfulness. A great deal of Hernandez's charm is in the fact that he sounds three sheets to the wind half the time, but a lot more is in his ability to spot subtle defensive shifts, break down pitching patterns, and point out mechanical flaws in swings without getting wonky.

Darling, similarly, can tell a story and has an easygoing charm about him, but can also explain the game's subtleties — what you can tell about a pitcher from the way he takes his warm-up throws, how umpires affect pitch selection, things like that. And Cohen, besides having a gift for knowing when to be quiet that most announcers with radio backgrounds lack, also has, simply, credibility. There's no shtick with him, nothing contrived, and you never feel as if he feels he's above the game or the players. That's just not always true of the competition.

Marchman rounds off the piece with rightful daps to Gary Cohen, whose years in radio has made him a real pro. Just another sign of the turning tide in the Big Apple, folks.

The new stadium better have a bigger left-field wall

Another in our parade of to-be retired numbers.


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