I was craving sashimi last night, so I sauntered to my local sushi joint. When I walked through the door, I heard the familiar, "Irrashaimase maido," from the chefs behind the counter. As I nodded my head down reverently, I realized there was a new member of the crew. I like to live dangerously, so I sat down at the bar in front of him. I usually ask the chef, "What's good today?" but last night it was just, "Prepare what you think is best." Like I said, I like to live dangerously. If I wasn't sitting on the edge of my seat in anticipation, I would've knocked my chair backwards and banged my head on the floor from the show I was presented. It was all so un-Benihana-esque. The skill. The grace. As he wiped the sweat from his forehead after slicing and dicing the manta rays placed before him, I asked him one simple question. "Who are you?" He looked me in the eye and responded, "I am Masahiro Tanaka of the New York Yankees." Tanaka was perfect for five innings Friday night. He ended up allowing two hits, one earned run, did not walk a batter, and struck out 14 in eight innings. 77-of-109 pitches were thrown for strikes. That's how you earn a big tip! Now, keep in mind that Tampa Bay strikes out the fourth-most frequently against RHP and the huge night knocked down his ERA to 5.09 for the year. He did give up four, three, and five earned runs in his prior three starts and got pummeled in his two previous starts against TB. As Friday night showed, though, Tanaka does have the ability to absolutely dominate. When I eat raw fish, I know there's always the risk that I could be eating some three-eyed monster from Fukushima. That's how I feel about starting Tanaka. As I said before, I like to live dangerously.
Here's what else I saw from Friday night's action:
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