The enduring image of the evening was pitching coach Mel Stottlemyre with the phone to his ear, dialing desperately for relievers, while manager Joe Torre stared glumly into space. On a night when nine runs was an inadequate down payment, the Yankees watched a parade of horribles emerge from their bullpen and took a nasty 17-9 pounding at ... (Full article: 687 words)

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