One and a third innings pitched. Eight hits. Eight runs. A homer. And that's the best face you can put on it, because it was much harder to watch.

The Indians absolutely obliterated Chien-Ming Wang this afternoon, and then moved on to dismantle reliever Anthony Claggett in what stands as the worst inning in the 108-year history of the Yankees' franchise. Further description of what actually went down is probably best avoided at this point, because even the Internet has laws against obscenity, and what went down in Yankee Stadium today was simply obscene.

A safer, and more meaningful point of discussion is what's wrong with Wang. And this is all about Wang as opposed to the Yankees at large, because they're 6-3 when he isn't pitching. He has given up 23 runs this year in 6 innings and the opposition is hitting (gasp!) .622 off of him. Though his velocity seems fine and he is throwing strikes, they're big fat waist-high strikes that are death to a guy who makes his living on groundouts. They have a name for what happens when a sinkerballer's pitches don't sink: batting practice, which is exactly what Wang was serving up today. He'll almost certainly be removed from the rotation now, and likely put on the disabled list for, well, whatever it is that causes a pitcher to post an ERA north of 34.

One more bit of food for thought: Wang's anti-effectiveness notwithstanding ("ineffectiveness" doesn't seem like a strong enough word), the three games I've seen from Yankee Stadium have featured balls just jumping off of bats to right field. It's always hard to judge this sort of thing with such a small sample size, but what does it mean if the Yankees have spent over a billion dollars to build Coors-east, however inadvertently?