Sweep. Or how about, Hot. Yesterday was the first of what is supposed to be three near-100 degree days here in the Big Apple. It wasn’t humid, man, it was just flat-out hot. Clear blue sky, even a gentle breeze. I was out in the late afternoon and it felt like high noon–I can’t remember the last time I felt the sun like that. Cliff was out in the bleachers for the game, and whether or not he had the Ban De Soleil for the San Tropez tan, I wouldn’t be shocked to learn that he left a lighter shade of George Hamilton.
What he saw was an exciting game. The Yankee bullpen worked out of jams in the sixth, seventh, eighth and ninth innings as the Bombers beat the White Sox, 6-4 to complete a three-game sweep of the defending World Champs in the Bronx. New York is just a half-a-game behind Boston in the AL East. Alex Rodriguez, Melky Cabrera, and Aaron Guiel contributed fine defensive plays; Rodriguez and Derek Jeter also homered. But it was Mariano Rivera’s two innings of scoreless–if tension-filled–work that will be most remembered. The save was the 400th of Rivera’s great career.
According to Jack Curry in the New York Times:
When Guillén was asked to define the significance of Rivera’s 400 saves, he responded in Ozzie-esque fashion by saying, “One word: Hall of Fame.”
Right. What he said.
