These are the fun nights, the no-stress nights, the kind of nights that used to make the Yankees’ first great owner giddy. Somebody asked Col. Jacob Ruppert one time what his ideal day at the ballpark was like.
“When the Yankees score eight runs in the first inning,” the bellicose beer baron said, “and then slowly pull away.”
A night like this one would have been just fine for the old colonel — two in the first and two in the second, and then, once the White Sox dared to scratch a run off a grinding Masahiro Tanaka, four in the fifth and another in the seventh.