Game #39: The Secret of Comebacks

After the top of the sixth inning Tuesday, the Yankees were trailing Felix Hernandez and the Seattle Mariners 3-0. King Felix had thrown just 77 pitches and allowed just four hits and a walk through five dazzling innings. Meanwhile, C.C. Sabathia had just allowed two runs and was painfully laboring through the middle innings of the game.

FREEZE

At this point, the Yankee should lose this game. Hell, every MLB team should lose this game. Down three to Felix with Sabathia giving ground and just 12 outs to go? Fuggettabouttit.

An hour later, the Bombers were celebrating on the field, congratulating Mariano Rivera on his 16th save in 16 chances this season. They had held the M’s scoreless in the final three innings and put up four runs of their own. Come September, no one will remember this game for anything more than a Yankee win and a Seattle loss, even though the Yanks win probability score fell to 12 percent after C.C. surrendered a two-run homer to ex-Bomber Raul Ibanez in the sixth.

So how exactly did the Yanks turn near-certain defeat into victory? By relying on the backbone of most big baseball comebacks: middle relief.

See, the dirty little secret of baseball comebacks is that they almost never hinge on the big names, the Canos and Riveras of the game. When a team is trailing by 3+ runs in the fifth inning or later, two facts inevitably emerge:

1. The team trailing has pulled its starter and is relying on bullpen pitchers other than its closer.
2. Allowing any more runs would be fatal to the team behind.

It’s hard enough to overcome a multi-run deficit late as it is — throw in a bullpen that gives up an insurance run for every two you score and it becomes impossible. The biggest comeback I’ve ever seen came from 2011 Cleveland Indians, who were 12 runs down in the sixth inning before pulling off a miraculous victory. Down 14-2 after five innings, the Indians got six consecutive scoreless frames from four middle relievers, including a scoreless 12th by the infamous John Rocker, who picked up the win. Sure, we all remember Omar Vizquel’s ninth-inning, two-out, two-strike, three-run triple that tied the game and nearly gave Jon Miller a heart attack. But without the middle relievers, Cleveland had no chance, offensive surge or no.

In my opinion, there’s a psychological component to comebacks that relies heavily on middle relievers. If you believe your bullpen will hold the opposing team scoreless the rest of the way, you know that you only need X amount of runs (X=deficit+1) to win. But if you expect your pitchers to keep hemorrhaging runs, you won’t have the spark any significant comeback needs to catch fire.

Last night, the Yankees were down 3-1 when C.C. exited with one out in the top of the seventh. On came Shawn Kelley, a former Seattle middle reliever who had a 6.14 ERA for the Yanks coming into last night’s game. With runners on first and third and one out, the Mariners needed only a soft ground ball or 250-foot fly ball to re-take a three-run lead and blunt the Yanks’ rally. Instead, Kelley got Kelly Shoppach to stare at strike three and retired Ibanez on a fly out to left. Inning over, and when Cano got the Yanks’ only hit with RISP all night — a game-tying two-run double on a great piece of patient hitting — Kelley was suddenly the unsung hero.

The rest of the comeback was pro forma. Lyle Overbay hit a go-ahead sacrifice fly, David Robertson pitched himself in and out of trouble in the eighth, and Mo worked a perfect ninth for the save and a 4-3 win. For his trouble, Kelley got the win and more than a few postgame claps on the back. But Kelley’s role in last night’s victory was more nuanced and important than a W on the stat sheet. He kept the Yankees in a position to come back. And that’s as important as the comeback itself, because the latter couldn’t happen without the former.

ALDS Game 4: Ugh

25 innings of live playoff baseball in two nights has broken me. I know that sounds like a humblebrag, but I assure you it’s not.

What’s there to say at this point that hasn’t been said on this blog 100 times? The Yankees went 0-for-9 with runners in scoring position, tied for third-worst in team playoff history. The fans booed A-Rod lustily, especially when he struck out with runners on second and third and one out in the eighth inning, with the score tied 1-1 (any ball in the outfield here most likely wins the series for the Yankees). The Orioles’ bullpen absolutely dominated the Yankee hitters — no Yankee reached second base after the eighth inning. A piece of a broken bat smashed into Joba Chamberlain’s elbow, forcing him out of the game and forcing David Phelps to come in cold, literally and figuratively. Not once did the Yankees get the big hit/productive out they needed in an important spot late in the game. Not once.

So it’s winner-take-all in Game 5, with C.C. Sabathia on the hill against Jason Hammel. A-Rod may hit third, he may hit fifth, he may ride the pine, he may be exiled to the moon — who the hell knows. We need a great game from C.C., and we need to score a couple runs, either on the longball or on a rash of unlikely clutch hits. That’s the formula. As Vince Lombardi might say: “Sounds great. Go do it.”

RAAAUUUUULLLLLLL!!!!!

Every time you go to the ballpark, you hope for something you’ve never seen before, something truly special that survives in your memory long after the principles of the game have hung up their spikes. You hope for someone special to share the moment with — hell, you hope for 10 special people at your side. You don’t expect it, and you may not even dream about it. But every time you go to a baseball game, that hope goes with you.

And so I watched, incredulous, deliriously happy, believing it only because I was seeing it, as Raul Ibanez did something no Yankee has ever done in a playoff game, despite the team’s exhaustive postseason history. Pinch-hitting for Alex Rodriguez (the first time A-Rod’s been pinch-hit for since high school, he said after the game), Ibanez crushed a 1-0 breaking ball from Orioles’ closer Jim Johnson deep into the Bronx night, five rows back in the right-field seats, to tie the game at 2-2 with one out in the bottom of the ninth. The hit was the rarest of things — a gutsy Hail Mary of a late-game managerial decision going absolutely perfectly. To put it bluntly, manager Joe Girardi had the balls to pinch-hit for A-Rod, a move that made absolute baseball sense but was sure to be second-guessed ad nauseum had Ibanez not come through. The men in my row, Section 320B Row C, including a man who defines what it means to be a Yankee diehard, unanimously agreed before the ninth inning that Ibanez should pinch-hit for A-Rod, but we were unsure if Girardi would actually do it. Not only did he do it, but it paid off as well as it possibly could. It’s a rare thing in life that the storyline of a moment plays out exactly as you hoped in your wildest dreams.

Or maybe it’s not so rare. Because the man I mentioned before, an attorney named Rich Greenberg who has seen maybe 1,500 Yankee games in person in his life, said as Ibanez prepared to bat in the 12th inning, “Could you imagine if he hit one out right now?” That was the sentiment another of our merry band, sitting it in front of me, had been expressing since the 10th inning, even pooh-poohing a bad inning in the 11th by saying that it was all a setup for a game-winning home run by Ibanez. “Fastball, dead red,” I responded to Rich. “First pitch home run.”

Not five seconds later, Ibanez annihilated a first-pitch fastball from Brian Matusz. Dead red. At soon as it left the bat we knew, and we rose and came together in an ecstatic mass of hugging humanity. I didn’t see the ball land in the second deck in right field. I didn’t have to.

Singing “New York, New York” with the rest of the delirious crowd a few minutes later, I snuck a look at my Dad, who had gone berserk as soon as Ibanez’s game-winning home run left his bat. He’s something of a stoic man, but I could tell how overcome he was by the historic dream of an ending we had just witnessed (as I alluded to earlier, no Yankee had ever hit a game-tying home run in the ninth and then a game-winning home run in the same playoff game). Not since Game 4 of the 2001 World Series had my Dad and I enjoyed a Yankee moment in person like that together. Who knows how many more of those truly great live experiences we will have at Yankee Stadium. I’m barely coherent at this point, so I’ll just say this: I’m glad I got to experience that with my father at a time in my life when I know just how special it is.

ALDS Game 2: The RISP Nightmare

Playoff narratives are rarely cut and dried. October baseball is usually complex and unpredictable in a way that beggars prediction or pigeon-holing. But the 2012 Yankees managed to meet expectations to a T in their 3-2 loss to the Orioles in Game 2. The loss, which evens the series at 1-1 with the remaining three games at Yankee Stadium, was a carbon copy of so many frustrating Yankee defeats this year, save for a gritty performance by Andy Pettitte.

I’ve typed this so many times this season that I need a shortcut key, but I’ll type it again: The Yankees failed to get the job done with runners in scoring position.

In 17 of 18 innings so far this series, the Yankees have been a Dennis Green punchline: “They were who we thought they were!” Yankee fans dreaded a continuation of the team’s lackluster performance in clutch situations this season, and that’s exactly what happened. The Bombers were 2-for-8 with runners in scoring position, and the Orioles were 3-for-6. In a related story, the Orioles won.

At this point, it’s not enough to wearily note that the Yanks are 3-for-13 with RISP for the series if you take out their five-run ninth inning in Sunday’s 7-2 Game 1 win. It’s not enough to mention in passing that the Yankees again had a runner on third with one out and failed to score, or that they went 0-for-4 with RISP and two outs in Game 2, or that Nick Swisher is 1-for-34 with RISP in the playoffs in his career. No, let’s break down each at-bat in Game 2 where the Yankees had at least one RISP.

FIRST INNING
A-Rod (runners on 1st and 2nd, no outs): A-Rod falls behind 1-2 but battles to stay alive, then lines a shot up the middle that is stabbed by a diving Robert Andino, who doubles Jeter off second for a double play.
Good At-Bat? Yes. Hard to quibble with a hard-hit ball — just a great defensive play by Andino.

Swisher (runner on 2nd, two outs): The aforementioned anti-clutch Swisher also falls behind 1-2 and grounds out weakly to shortstop to strand Cano at second.
Good At-Bat? No. Swisher was never in this at-bat, despite the fact that Baltimore starter Wei-Yin Chen had given up three hard-hit balls to the Yankees’ first four batters.

THIRD INNING
Cano (runners on 1st and 2nd, two outs): Cano falls behind 0-2 (fouling off a very hittable 0-1 fastball) and eventually taps weakly back to Chen for the third out.
Good At-Bat? No. Cano had a 93-mph fastball in the middle of the zone teed up for him on the 0-1 pitch and missed it. Some would argue that he juuuust missed it, which is true. But as my old basketball coach used to say: “Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.”

FOURTH INNING
Granderson (runners on 1st and 2nd, one out): Granderson gets ahead in the count 2-0 for a change and serves a 2-1 pitch back up the middle for a single that loads the bases.
Good At-Bat? Yes. Great approach by Granderson here — took a strike on 2-0 because he knew that even in a 2-1 count, Chen would have to challenge him for fear of walking the bases loaded. Only Teixeira’s bum calf kept him from scoring on the play.

Nunez (bases loaded, one out): Falls behind 1-2 after getting jobbed on a 1-1 offering from Chen that was three inches inside, eventually pops out weakly to short, no runners advance.
Good At-Bat? NO NO NO. Ugh. I get that the at-bat was dramatically altered by the strike call on the 1-1 pitch, but if you’re Nunez you cannot, CAN NOT pop out. Your speed on the bases makes a double play unlikely, so the two worst things you can do is strike out and pop up in the infield. Mission (un)accomplished, I guess.

Jeter (bases loaded, two out): Grounds weakly to third on a 1-1 pitch, inning over.
Good At-Bat? No. Chen successfully pounded Jeter inside, inducing one foul grounder and one groundout. Instead of laying off the 1-1 pitch and forcing Chen to give him something over the plate or outside (which he could hit to right field), Jeter rolled his hands over and ensured that the Yanks would roll over in another clutch situation.

SEVENTH INNING
Jeter (runner on 2nd, none out): Again, Jeter fell behind Chen, this time 0-2. But he fouled off two pitches and slapped a single to left to score Nunez and cut the Orioles’ lead to 3-2.
Good At-Bat? Yes. Probably the best at-bat by a Yankee with RISP for the game, as Jeter battled with two strikes, got a clutch hit and opened the door for a potential game-changing inning. Except…

Swisher (runners on 1st and 2nd, two outs): The first pitch of the at-bat was wild, allowing A-Rod and Cano to move up to 2nd and 3rd. Now a base hit gives the Yankees the lead and a potential hammer-lock on the series. Instead, Swisher takes two strikes looking — looking! — and flies out to left to end the inning.
Good At-Bat? ABSOLUTELY NOT. You’re up in the biggest at-bat of the game and you fly out to left on your only swing of the at-bat? Nothing good about that.

For those scoring at home, that’s three good at-bats out of eight, none of which came with two outs. Meanwhile, the Orioles’ two-run third inning came after there were two outs and no one on base and featured four hits and a walk. That’s a good month with RISP and two outs for the Yankees. That’s why the Orioles won despite having 8 baserunners to the Yankees’ 11.

I could go on, but I would be remiss if I didn’t tip my hat to a truly impressive effort by Andy Pettitte. The Yanks’ veteran went seven innings and threw 98 pitches, by far his longest effort since he returned to action in late September. Yes, his hiccup in the third inning proved fatal. But Pettitte did everything he could to keep the Orioles at bay and give the Yankees a chance to come back, and he succeeded. The Yankee offense just failed to pick him up. If this is the last start for Pettitte, who is reportedly torn about coming back for one more year, then it was a performance worthy of the gutsiest postseason starting pitcher I’ve ever had the pleasure to watch. Good on ya, Andy. Hopefully you can show your stuff again in the ALCS.

Game #162: A Division Title, And Some Awards

I’ll say again what I tweeted around the fifth inning of last night’s division-clinching, home field-advantage-earning, overwhelmingly satisfying 14-2 romp over the Red Sox: If Tuesday night’s epic comeback win over Boston was the climax of the regular season, then Wednesday’s laugher was a pretty damn good denouement.

The game itself was uneventful, save for Robinson Cano’s continuing quest to destroy the psyche of every pitcher in baseball. In the last nine games, Cano’s slash line is an almost incomprehensible .615/.634/.951 with six doubles, three HRs, 14 RBIs and 11 runs scored. I hate to play the “extrapolating for a full season” game, but at that pace he’d have had 54 HRs, 252 RBIs and 198 runs scored — suffice to say he’s made Triple Crown winner Miguel Cabrera look pedestrian by comparison over the past week and a half. Cano has been solid in the playoffs for the last two seasons, and he is the only Yankee who could go all 2009 A-Rod on us and simply put the team on his back. Otherwise, not much to say about Game 162 — once Curtis Granderson’s moonball three-run homer landed in the right-field seats in the third inning, the game was pretty much over.

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Game #161: Fandemonium

Fandom is…

…staying at the ballpark when it is all but certain your team is going to lose.

…watching in horror as Mark Teixeira bats ahead of Robinson Cano in the lineup and proceeds to go 0-6, stranding nine runners. In his first two at-bats, Teix came up with runners at the corners and one out. Both times, he grounded into a 6-4-3 inning-ending double play. He ended an ending by stranding two runners in each of his first three at-bats, all with Cano standing idle in the on-deck circle. I know Joe Girardi loves to play matchups, and Red Sox starter Jon Lester was a lefty, but… Teixeira should hit ahead of Cano again when hell freezes over. And not a game sooner.

…appreciating the hellacious week and a half Cano has had. In his last eight games, Robbie is 20-for-35 (.625) with a home run and eight RBIs. He’s had at least two hits in each game. Sure, his hot stretch has come against terrible teams, but a hot Cano is a nearly unstoppable Cano. Now, can he keep it up in the postseason? I say yes. Though his career postseason slash line is just .258/.307/.491, he hit .316 in the 2010 and 2011 playoffs combined, with six homers and 15 RBIs in 14 games.

…suffering gamely through one terrible at-bat with runners in scoring position after another. At one point, the Yankees had 11 hits and one run last night. For the year, the team’s RISP line is .255/.351/.431, and that’s only after a strong last month in clutch situations. Watching it inning after inning after inning is an exercise in insanity management.

…believing your team can rally in the ninth inning even though it’s 0-59 when losing after eight innings for the season.

…repeating the mantra: “A bloop and a blast” over and over again until you believe it.

…standing in expectant shock as the impossible becomes real. Until Raul Ibanez’s game-tying home run in the ninth was halfway to the right-field seats, I honestly didn’t believe it was gone.

…jumping up and down like a maniac, screaming yourself hoarse with the kind of pure, unbridled joy that is all too rare in life.

…trying valiantly to get your heart to stop racing, and failing.

…choking back bitter disappointment when a ninth-inning bid to win fails. Bases loaded, one out, all the momentum on your side, and you can’t get it done?!?! Ugh.

…settling in for the long haul of extra innings.

…believing that a third-string catcher with exactly zero at-bats on the season can find a way to get on base.

…having that faith rewarded. Thank you, Francisco Cervelli. Your season-long angst at being demoted to the minors must have been forgotten a little bit after that critical walk.

…screaming “RAUUUUUUUUULLLLLL!!!!!” like it’s your job.

…raising your arms to the heavens and bellowing (there’s no better word to describe it) as somehow, some way, your team scores the winning run to maintain a one-game division lead with one game left. Do wins get bigger? Sure. Do comebacks get more scintillating? Absolutely. But in this situation, with everything on the line, against your bitterest rival, when the Yankees’ win probability heading into the bottom of the ninth was nine percent? This was damn near perfect.

…croaking “New York, New York” because you have no voice left. And my God is that croak satisfying.

Yankees 4, Red Sox 3. One-game lead on the Orioles with one game to go. Now it’s 5-1 Yankees in the third inning. The finish line is in sight.

Game #159: Love, Hate and the 2012 Yankees

Let’s get this out of the way early — Sunday’s 9-6 comeback win over the Blue Jays was the biggest victory of the season, bigger even than the extra-inning miracle against Oakland two Saturdays ago. This was a classic “get up off the mat” game, as the Yankees were down 5-2 after six innings while Baltimore was cruising to yet another win over the Red Sox. A loss would’ve dropped the Yanks out of first place for the first time since June 10 with just three games to play. Given the massive advantage that winning your division gets in the new playoff format (hosting a divisional series vs. having to win a play-in game for the right to play a divisional series without home-field advantage), every game now has a playoff-like intensity to it. So to come back and win with two straight dominant innings at the plate, in a MUST-WIN game (bigger than a normal “must-win” because of the division title implications) is a huge boon for a Yankee team that has struggled to come from behind.

That said…dear God this team is causing me to age prematurely. I been a Yankee fan since I was old enough to know what baseball was, and I have never followed a team that I loved/hated as much as the 2012 Yankees. And all of it — the Good, the Bad, the Ugly, the Galling, the Glorious — was on display Sunday.

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Game #155: Is C.C. Back?

A rare easy win for the Bombers last night — it was only the team’s second win by more than three runs since Aug. 13, a stretch of 40 games. The Yankees jumped all over hapless Twins pitcher Brian Duensing for six runs in the third inning, including an incredible THREE HITS IN A ROW WITH RUNNERS IN SCORING POSITION (the caps lock seems justified given the Yankees’ atrocious hitting with RISP this year). Handed an early 6-1 lead, C.C. Sabathia took care of the rest, shutting down the Twins over eight innings and allowing just two runs. The 8-2 win kept the Yanks 1.5 games ahead of the Orioles, who are idle Thursday.

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The Mid-September Week That Was

A collection of takeaways from a 5-1 week that may just have saved the Yankees’ season:

–Saturday’s miraculous comeback win over the A’s was the biggest win of the year. I’ve harped all season about Bad Losses, games that a team should win but somehow doesn’t. The obvious counterpoint to that is what we’ll call Good Wins — victories that either come from nowhere or somehow occur against all odds. Saturday’s absurd dream of a five-hour, 43-minute, 14-inning, 10-9 win for the Yankees was as Good as a Good Win gets. Check out the schizophrenic win probability chart for the game — going into the bottom of the 13th, the Yankees had a 2 percent chance of winning! After the Bombers squandered two great chances to win in the bottom of the 12th (Raul Ibanez getting thrown out at home on a ground ball for the second out, then Derek Jeter flying out with the bases loaded to end the inning), the team seemed headed for a frustrating loss that would allow the Orioles to pull even in the AL East.

Instead, the Yanks demolished Pedro Figueroa and Pat Neshek, two back-of-the-bullpen pitchers for Oakland who were forced into service because both teams had exhausted their relievers by this point. Though Neshek has quality numbers over the past two months, he struggles mightily against lefties, who have hit .385/.429/.846 against him this season. Coincidentally, Raul Ibanez hits lefty, and the Yankee veteran crushed a 3-1 breaking ball from Neshek into the second deck in right field to complete the comeback and tie the score at 9-9. After that, nothing could stop the Bombers, not even the sight of Cory Wade on the mound in the 14th or rookie pinch-runner Melky Mota MISSING THIRD BASE on what would have been a game-winning single by A-Rod in the bottom of the 14th. Two batters later, Eduardo Nunez slapped a routine, inning-ending ground ball to first — only A’s first baseman Brandon Moss booted the ball, allowing Ichiro to score from third and letting Mota off what would have been a very sharp hook. A back-from-the-brink victory over a fellow playoff contender with 10 days to go in the season? That’s pretty much the definition of a Good Win.

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Collapse? Try Gassed

Baseball is a long season. That’s a laughably trite point that gets overlooked year after year after year. If you go on a sustained hot streak in the NFL, you’re a playoff team at worst and a Super Bowl winner if you time your run perfectly (see: 2011-12 New York Giants). If you’re well ahead in the NBA or NHL with two months to go in the season, you can go .500 the rest of the way and ease into the playoffs with home-court/ice advantage in the first round or two. But a 10-game lead with two and a half months to go in the baseball season is worth comparatively less because barely half the season has been played.

When the Yanks were up 10 games on the Orioles on July 18, there were 71 games to go in the season. From that point, .500 baseball the rest of the way — let’s say 36-35 — would have given the Yankees a 93-69 record for the year, which is a strong year but by no means a division winner. The Yankees’ hefty mid-July lead in the AL East was primarily because the rest of the division was underperforming — at 47-44, Baltimore had the worst record of any “second place in its division” team in baseball.

Since then, the Yankees have gone 22-28. That’s not playoff-caliber by any means, BUT it’s not a collapse like the ’64 Phillies (lost 10 games in a row in September to blow a 6.5-game division lead with 12 to play), or ’11 Red Sox (finished the season on a 7-20 streak). The Yankees this year have been more like the 1978 Red Sox, who were up 10 games on July 8 with a 57-25 record, went 42-38 the rest of the way and were caught by a red-hot Yankees team that finished the season on a 52-21 tear.

Since July 18, Baltimore is 32-18, the second-best record in the American League in that span behind Oakland. The third-best record belongs to Tampa Bay, which has gone 30-19 and climbed to within two games of the Yanks and Orioles atop the division. Even if they’d played flat .500 ball, the Yanks would be just three games up on Baltimore.

In a recent post, I compared the Yanks’ season to a marathoner who opens up a huge lead on his competitors by Mile 15, hits a wall and slows down around Mile 20 and gets caught by a fast-kicking pursuer at Mile 23. With about 1/8 of their season to go, the Yankees are pretty much at Mile 23 now. And while the Orioles are massively overachieving to this point (by Pyathgorean win percentage, they would be in fourth place in the AL East, 12 games behind the Yanks), they are not going away.

The Yankees have even taken on the role of tired marathon runner within games, blowing leads apace night in and night out. Ace C.C. Sabathia has been staked to early leads in his last three starts and blown them all. On Tuesday, Hiroki Kuroda couldn’t hold a 3-2 advantage in a critical September game, allowing a sixth-inning home run to Dustin Pedroia to knot the score at 3-3. Three innings later, David Robertson was asked to pitch a second inning to keep the game tied in the bottom of the ninth. After two cheap hits, Robertson ran out of gas, allowing a game-winning single to Jacoby Ellsbury. Robertson looked weary out on the mound in the game’s final pitches, just like his team has looked for six weeks.

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