Friday, June 18, 2010

Games 67-69: A Trio Of Phish Tunes

During the first installment of the Subway Series back in May, the Yankees lined up Javier Vazquez, Phil Hughes and CC Sabathia and the Mets scheduled Hisanori Takahashi, Mike Pelfrey and Johan Santana for a Friday-Saturday-Sunday set at Citi Field. This time, as the rivalry shifts to the Bronx, the matchups and days of the week will be exactly the same.

Similar to the series the Yanks just completed against the Phillies, they won the most unlikely pitching match up of the previous series against the Metropolitans - the first game - but were doomed by an offense that went cold in the final two contests, scoring just three runs between them.

The two New York teams are in very different places that they were just about a month ago when the Mets were seven games out of the NL East lead and the Yankees were sitting four games in back of the Rays. The Mets, winners of seven straight and eleven of their last twelve, are just a half game behind the Braves. Meanwhile, despite losing two out of three against the Phillies, the Bombers are still even with Tampa with the Red Sox just two games behind them.

As the Yanks have clawed their way back into a first place tie with the Rays, we've taken a bit of a step back in our bloggerly duties. Matt's been busy with his job and I've been working outside, so we've been producing less content during the weeks that we typically aspire to.

I can't keep up with my Google Reader, so the linkarounds have run dry and I've been slacking off on getting up our recaps right after the games are over like we did in the beginning of the year. And when the weekends roll around, we've both been trying to make the most of our summers without worrying too much about what gets posted here. Which is good, because that means that we are treating this like a hobby and not a serious obligation like I have in the past and it's not like most of you stop by frequently outside of the work week anyway.

Well, this is another one of those mail-it-in weekends. I'm going to three Phish shows starting tonight in Hartford and continuing with Saturday and Sunday at the Saratoga Performing Arts Center, so I won't be catching much Yankee baseball much less previewing or recapping it.

Since I am a big Phish fan but can never find a way to work their songs into previews (unless the stars align perfectly) I'm going to throw three songs from live shows from places in New York. If you look hard enough, you might be able to find some significance in the tunes as they relate to the matchups between Yankees and the Mets. If you score some mahlz in the lot and take some pulls of the endochronic skunkfunk, it will all make perfect sense.

Enjoy the games and we'll catch up with you Fackers on Monday morning.


Game 67: Javier Vazquez vs. Hisanori Takahashi

Stealing Time From The Faulty Plan from the show on my birthday last year at Jones Beach (the first time they played it live). It's easy to hate on a band's new material but if you are a Phish fan and don't like this one, you probably aren't being fair. It has some nasty, snarling guitar work and pretty good lyrics to boot.

Gonna steal time from the faulty plan,
Gonna act as though I'm still a man,
Gonna give you one last chance to see,
Gonna shrug demands off of me.

Gonna dream, gonna dream, gonna dream,
Gonna dream, dream of being free.

Gonna steal time from the faulty plan,
Steal time from the faulty plan,
Gonna steal time from the faulty plan,
Steal time from the faulty plan.

Game 68: Phil Hughes vs. Mike Pelfrey

Character Zero from the David Letterman Show on March 5th, 1997.

I was taught a month ago,
To bide my time and take it slow,
But then I learned just yesterday,
To rush and never waste the day,
Well I'm convinced the whole day long,
That all I learn is always wrong,
And things are true that I forget,
But no one taught that to me yet.

Game 69: CC Sabathia vs. Johan Santana

He's fallen on the ice, it cracks,
Will he plunge in and join me here?
He meets my eyes, to my surprise,
He laughs in full light of my frown,
My double wants to pull me down.