Aaron Hicks? Yes, Aaron Hicks.
The often-ridiculed, sometimes downright unwatchable outfielder was the Yankees’ hero on Thursday night. His three-run, no-doubt home run in the bottom of the ninth tied things up. Five batters later, Aaron Judge’s walk-off liner into the left field corner gave the Yankees an improbable 7-6 win.
Hicks was slugging just .288 heading into the game, the eighth-lowest among any player with at least 200 plate appearances. For his late-game showdown with Astros’ closer Ryan Pressly, that was irrelevant. The only thing that mattered was ball meeting bat, and Hicks did that with cathartic force.
Amid cries that he’s overrated, overpaid, and over his head, Hicks’ immediate skyward point upon hitting the home run signaled one thing: I’m over all of that.
Jose Trevino followed him with a single up the middle on the seventh pitch of his at-bat. It was the kind of at-bat that the Yankees had lacked for the previous eight innings, failing to figure out Framber Valdez or either of Houston’s first two relievers. Valdez went to his sinker time and time again in big spots. At the end of his day, 62 of Valdez’s 101 pitches were sinkers. The Yankees were left rubbernecking at the umpire quite often, as 17 of those sinkers landed for called strikes. All told, 32% of his sinkers led to a called strike or whiff. The average pitcher in 2022 is getting a called strike or whiff 27.5% of the time.
It only took about 20 minutes for Pressly and his replacement, righty Ryne Stanek, to spoil all of that. Not that they needed it, given that virtually everything has gone their way this season, but the Yankees’ ninth inning was a massive boost to their spirit. Their comeback showed the kind of resolve that will make them one of the toughest teams to beat in September, October and for each poor soul that has to face them right now.
It’s not just that the Yankees win games. It’s that they win games when their opponent turns in a 95% grade. That’s still an A, but the Yankees are at an A+ level. When Judge strode to the plate with two outs and two runners on, a base hit seemed like an inevitability. Following a squandered eighth-inning rally, the crowd had gotten fully back into the game thanks to Hicks’ homer and DJ LeMahieu’s scrappy walk ahead of Judge. They went fully nuclear when Judge’s ball touched the left field grass. Just like that, a clean, presumably affirming game for the Astros became a loss.
Houston scored their runs in bunches, but could only do so early on. They started things off with three in the first before tacking on three more in the third. The heart of their order — which really runs one through six — remains completely terrifying. Yordan Alvarez, who’s built like a statue in cleats, continued his budding MVP case. While the award is still Aaron Judge’s to lose, Alvarez showed out in his first Yankee Stadium recital of the year. Playing for a national TV audience on MLB Network, the Astros’ left-handed laser show went 2-for-5 with three RBI thanks to a heat-seeking missile into the right field seats.
Alex Bregman matched him with a three-run smash of his own that a fan immediately chucked back onto the field. Both of the sluggers did their damage off Jameson Taillon, who had indisputably the worst start of his otherwise brilliant season. Taillon’s final line showed ten hits, six earned runs and nine batted balls that the Astros thumped at 100 miles per hour or better.
Alvarez and Bregman’s shots into the cheap seats were not enough to get the Astros a W, even as the Yankees’ offensive output for the first eight frames was extremely limited. Giancarlo Stanton, as he’s wont to do, turned a lazy fly ball into an opposite field homer in the first. With a 34 degree launch angle, Stanton’s ball held up in the air long enough to send the entire stadium through a familiar thought process when watching the one-of-a-kind hitter. “That isn’t going out, is it? It looked like he barely swung. Wow, that’s in the second deck.”
But then, the ninth inning happened. Pressly and Stanek melted down while the Yankees held firm. If it feels like they might never lose again, it’s because of games, players, and moments like this. As Frank Sinatra croons in the team’s trademark song, they want to be a part of it.