Showing posts with label CC Sabathia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label CC Sabathia. Show all posts

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Five Minutes with CC Sabathia

Last month during MLB All-Star break, we talked with Diamondbacks outfielder Justin Upton about the Pepsi Max Field of Dreams contest.

Today, we trekked into the big city to talk with Yankees ace C.C. Sabathia about that same program as he casted his dream team ballot, selecting 11 legendary diamond stars (one at each position including DH & reliever) at the MLB Man Cave at 4th and Broadway.


Yankees pitcher CC Sabathia stopped by the MLB Fan Cave on August 10, 2011 to vote for his Pepsi MAX Field of Dreams team. Vote for your 11-man dream team of living legends at MLB.com/PepsiMAX.

For those who forgot since last month, by entering your picks for the Field of Dreams team, you enter for a chance to bring a team of MLB greats to your own hometown to play ball with you and 10 of your friends.

Throughout the afternoon, Sabathia was peppered with questions about his selections. I took the opportunity to grill him on his passing on Steve Carlton in lieu of Randy Johnson.

Having just watched his teammate Derek Jeter reach the magical #3000, I asked the Cy Young Award and World Series winner about his cognizance of his own legacy and milestones, to which he gave a very Jeterian answer.

Actually, much like the Captain, CC maneuvered landmine questions well throughout the day, and specifically throughout my chat with him.

I asked him to compare his time in the AL Central facing great teams such as the Twins, Tigs and Sox with his current battles in the media-saturated AL East. He didn’t bite.

They’re just as intense. Thery’re not as media covered…A lot of those teams have a lot of homegrown talent so you grow up playing against a lot of those guys.

We also talked about the current pitchers he loves to watch, which included “the best pitcher in the league” Roy Halladay, CC’s former Indians teammate Cliff Lee, David Price and a slew of fellow lefties.

Overall, a good, down to earth dude and a fun program from Pepsi Max.



For the record, my team:

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Friday, October 3, 2008

The Stars Were Aligned

Last night, I took in my first MLB postseason game. Needless to say, it was among the most exciting games of my life - for many reasons other than just the outcome.

As a lifelong Phillies fan, I haven't always had much to cheer about. Last night Citizens Bank Park was electric.

Allow me to share some sights, sounds and impressions of the game...

I knew I was in for something special when I was greeted pre-game by this man:

Some questioned the decision to have Mitch Williams throw out the first pitch in Game 1. No such doubt last night as Harry Kalas did the honors for Game 2.

Not all is positive in Philsville, however. Mrs. Werth seems to have lost a step since we last saw her.

Jessica Biel made her pitch for fans to "Stand Up To Cancer."

The drunk businessmen around me (pounding Jack & Cokes) were torn and complexed by her.

As Jessica encourgaed everyone to "Stand up":

(While firmly planted in his seat): "I'm already up, baby."

(When Biel asked for them to take out their cell phones): "Gimme the digits, honey."

(When Biel asked them to text to give a $5 donation to "Stand Up To Cancer"): "$5? Yeah that ain't happening."

Clearly, it would have cost him a half a plastic cup of diluted hard liquor.

A man near us had the Spirit of '80 on his mind (and his back).


Name: Michael Jack Smith
Jacket: 1980
Haircut: 1980
Mustache: 1980
Favorite Ballpark Food: The Schmitter

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Finally, let's get to brass tax. Phillie fans are constantly dogged about their negativity toward the team and its players.

Fittingly, Brett Myers, posterboy for player inconsistency, was the starter last night. With his near-blowup in the top of the first, you could hear fans hanging on to every pitch he made. Collective groans echoed throughout the stadium. There was an undercurrent of "here-we-go-again" resonating.

Myers got out of the inning, and from there went with a one-hitter through the 7th, but it was his ensuing at bats in Game 2 that he will be remembered for down the road.

But the real magic was as much created by the fans as by Myers. In what other city, with 2 outs, the pitcher batting against CC Sabathia in the 2nd inning, would 50K+ strong hang onto every pitch in an at-bat? What other fan base, besides maybe Boston or New York (AL), would understand the nuances of working a count early on a guy pitching on 3-days rest for the 4th start in a row? Again - with 2 outs, and the pitcher pitcher batting, who an inning before was one hit away from being run out of town, would 50k+ scream at the top of their lungs and wave towels in the 2nd inning? In what other city would said pitcher receive a standing ovation as he changed bats after breaking one on a foul ball? (I commented "Wonderboy").

There was as much excitement in 3 Brett Myers at bats as there was after the Victorino grand slam that the first set up.

THAT, readers, and not stories of Santa, Michael Irvin and battery hurling at JD Drew defines the passion of Philadelphia sports fans.

Go to MLB.com and watch the pitch sequences. Better yet, listen to the pitch sequences as pitch-by-pitch the crowd grows more and more excited.

MLB.com: 10/03/2008 Myers' game at the plate

Here's some crappy video I shot with Lights Out Lidge on the mound.

Just so you know that despite my praise for the Phillies fans, that doesn't mean we've gone soft. Despite the game we just witnessed, fans still expect the best out of the players. At the very end of this short one, note the quote, "Don't start this...THROW HIM A STRIKE!"


Monday, July 7, 2008

What a Melvin

You say Sabaythea. I say Sabathia. Let's call the whole thing off.

Oh, Doug. At the very least know the pronunciation of your prized acquisition.

Monday, June 9, 2008

Gangsta Tilt

Last week the Tampa Bay Rays made prep shortstop Tim Beckham the #1 pick in the MLB draft. The question that was immediately on everyone's mind is whether his inability to put a hat on straight will affect his ability on the field, or will he join an illustrious fraternity crooked-hat-wearing all-stars, who care not how goofy they look.