Perhaps the pressure cooker comes in road grey as well as pinstripes.

The game was a bit closer than the 10-5 final line belies. The ingredients to this dish seemed like last season's leftovers.

Four cups of inferior starting pitching:

C.C. Sabathia began his Yankee career ingloriously; getting rapped for six runs, walking five, and striking out no one through 4 1/3 innings.

Unable to establish his fastball, he worked from behind in the count nearly all afternoon. Even when handing out an intentional pass, he was unable to induce an out, instead pushing across the sixth Oriole run.

Two tablespoons of blown middle relief:

The offense had made it interesting on round-trippers by Posada and Matsui, cutting the deficit to one. And while Phil Coke was statistically the best Yankee pitcher of the afternoon, he and Brian Bruney were lit up in a four run eighth, effectively sending Mo to the clubhouse early.

A dash of runners left on base:

11 for the afternoon, including three in scoring position with two outs.

You'll get no argument from me that yesterday's cold chicken or pizza will heat and eat just fine today. But for the Yankees, there's far too much new stuff in the fridge to be breaking out last seasons leftovers.