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Santana to start tomorrow against the Yankees

He's never pitched on three days rest - it'll be interesting to see if his stuff is still as good.

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    murcerfanmurcerfan Posts: 2,329 ✭✭
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    I hope the Yanks save Mussina for a possible game 5 instead of throwing him at Santana again. Start El Duque tomorrow, and take your chances.
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    kuhlmannkuhlmann Posts: 3,326 ✭✭
    3 DAYS REST!! WTF IS THAT! THEY PITCHED EVERY DAY IN THE OLD DAYS! HE WILL BE FINE!
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    Gemmy10Gemmy10 Posts: 2,990
    <<I hope the Yanks save Mussina for a possible game 5 instead of throwing him at Santana again>>

    I heard the Vasquez was pitching tomorrow.
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    Gemmy, how's Vasquez been doing? The Yankees are a big underdog tomorrow and that doesn't seem right since Santana will be on such short rest, but it is right if Vasquez has been playing poorly.

    Brian
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    Gemmy10Gemmy10 Posts: 2,990
    <<Gemmy, how's Vasquez been doing?>>

    Last game of the season he was pretty good. He gave up 3 or 4 runs in 6 innings against Twins if I remember correctly. Brown and Vazquez could be sleepers yet and the Grand Tanyon the unsung hero in the WS.
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    Thanks Gemmy, it sounds like your ALCS tickets are a lock.

    Brian
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    << <i>3 DAYS REST!! WTF IS THAT! THEY PITCHED EVERY DAY IN THE OLD DAYS! >>




    I agree with you - it seems that as pitcher's salaries have been going up, their abilities have been going down.
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