soft hands.


Like mechanics working on their expensive race cars, Torre and his lieutenants watched the five Yankee starters work in unison, envisioning how rich the summer could be.

There was Johnson and his eel-like limbs, whipping fastball after fastball into Posada's glove. Even when he wasn't trying, the Unit could make the ball look small and dangerous. Next to him was Brown, still twisting and turning and grunting before every fastball.

Pavano, who bears an eerie resemblance to Andy Pettitte, worked next to the stoic Wright, while Mussina was all but ignored on the far end of the bullpen, toying with his first knuckle-curves of camp.[the bergen record]


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