Extra Inning Win; Too Many Starters?

Yankees 4, Devil Rays 2 (10)

Another nice start by Wright. Thankfully, the Yankee bats woke up enough, tied it in the middle innings and then won it in the 10th. Farnsworth outstanding again. Mariano seems to have gotten it together after some hiccups early on. Nice to see A-Rod get a hit in a big spot.

But why can't this team score about 19 runs against the likes of Casey Fossum? Casey Freaking Fossum. What the hell happens here? Any bum who puts on a Devil Rays uniform magically is able to pitch well against the Yankees but against no one else? These guys got their 7+ ERAs somewhere.

Shawn Chacon was supposed to pitch Tuesday night in Boston, but got rained out. He got skipped last night in Tampa. Chacon discussed the situation with his manager before yesterday's game.

Chacon: Feeling strong, Skip. I'm going to mow them down tonight.
Torre: Umm . . . Shawn, you're not starting tonight. Jaret is.
Chacon: But it's my turn.
Torre: Err, no. Last night was your turn.
Chacon: We were rained out last night.
Torre: Right.
(uneasy silence)
Chacon: Soooooo . . . am I pitching tomorrow night then?
Torre: No. Tomorrow is Randys turn.
Chacon (scratching head): Oh. Am I pitching Friday night?
Torre (incredulous): Are you kidding? Bump Mussina from his turn? I may be crazy but I'm not stupid.
Chacon: So, um . . . everyone gets to pitch when it's their turn except me?
Torre: You got your turn.
Chacon (expasperated): We were rained out!
Torre: (triumphantly): Yes!!! Finally you've got it!
(At this point ptiching coach Ron Guidry happens by the office)
Guidry: Ready to shine tonight, Shawn?
Chacaon: I'm not pitching tonight, Gator. I'm not sure but it's either Wright, unless there's a freak rainstorm in the Dome tonight, in which case Sean Henn gets called up to pitch Thursday, everyone gets moved back two days, and I'm pencilled in to start on June 11th.
(Chacon stomps out of the office)
Guiudry: I think Chacon should pitch tonight, Skip.
Torre (reaching for the Rolaids): Unnnnngggghhhhhhhh . . .