Now, I could sit here and say "well, we wanted
them to win it in New York, anyhow!" but that would be an outright lie.
And I could sit here and say, "well, it was a good game, at least" but that would be pure bullshit.
I could also sit here and say, "well, they'll crush the Red Sox tonight at the Stadium!" but that would be a half-truth at the least because I know damn well it's supposed to rain all day and all night here and it's not looking good for a game to played at all.
Out of the whole fourteen innings played last night; out of all the ups and downs and hits and walks and errors, out of all the times a Yankee failed in the clutch, here's the one stat that is sticking in my head today: 18 RUNNERS LEFT ON BASE
. That is just unacceptable.
Tonight, weather permitting, I will have to bring out the big voodoo guns.
Now, for those of you who wrote to ask why I keep posting about baseball when the election is just two weeks away, I say this: In a world of turmoil and unrest (and blatant hyperbole), baseball can provide some pretty amazing moments,
the kind of moments that will stay with you forever and bring a smile to your face even in troubled times. That link? Your must read for today.
I think we should all band together today to pray to the weather gods for a steady downpour from now until this evening. It would be far better for all of us sleep deprived Yankee and Red sox fans if it rains enough to just postpone the game outright instead of trying to get it in. If they attempt to start the game, that's a surefire bet that it will last into the wee hours of the morning again, interrupted by seven rain delays and brief showings of Seinfeld episodes while they pull the tarp on and off field a zillion times. This would not be good for either of our pitching staffs or for us millions of already sleep deprived fans. Everyone, rain dance! [cue Sprockets music]