The Yankees remained hot on a Summer evening in New York, and the Angels remained cold. Absent, even, with the exception of a Johnny Giavotella sac fly and a Mike Trout home run. It was another embarrassment, sans the hopeful, late inning cruelty. The man on the mound for this shellacking was Garrett Richards, he of the two poor starts previously, and the Yankees played arbiter in deciding whether this was a blip or a full on trend. I can warily report that the answer is the latter; I saw with my own eyes Richards turn back the clock to Oakland, last year, getting bombed early and summarily yanked. Yeah, it was basically THAT game again.
In less than one inning’s work, Garrett Richards’ ERA spiked from 3.26 to 4.14. He gave up five hits, six earned runs and two walks, and was mercifully pulled by Mike Scioscia and Cesar Ramos was given the next shot at a team that has been pouring it on the Halos so far. He managed to get out of the inning but would end up allowing a run of his own to drive the score up to 7-0 in the second. Just to even out the score, Cam Bedrosian would walk in a run in the eighth, giving the Yankees eight runs for the second game in a row.
Hector Santiago was in the bullpen today, and was used by Scioscia for 3 ⅔ innings, allowing two base hits but no runs and three Ks. A very important outing, not only to get Hector back on track, but to also help save the bullpen some innings pitched .The game was never going to get interesting, though, as the damage done early on against Richards was, considering how futile the Angels can be at the plate, was irrevocable.
As mentioned earlier, Mike Trout provided the only excitement for fans in red, as he hit a gorgeous opposite field homer in the sixth. So far in this series, you hope the Angels can utilize that short right field as well and as often as New York does, which makes it somewhat ironic that the one guy who finally does it is a right hander. Tonight was not anything that the fans haven’t seen already this season. Many, many times. There’s little more to say, other than to hope for rain or for a massive dollop of luck and power to fall onto the team tomorrow, in order to avoid getting swept in the big city.