There is a slightly surreal quality to these west coast trips. Even if I catch a portion of the game–and last night I made it through five innings, lying in bed with The Wife, listening to John and Suzyn–I rarely stay awake for the whole thing. And so they unfold as if in a dream, comebacks and heartbreak alike, all the action waiting for me to read about in the morning but always just out of reach.
I heard Robbie Cano and Mark Teixeira go back-to-back and belly-to-belly, heard the Yanks stake Phil Hughes to 6-0 lead and when I passed out John and Suzyn were taking a break from the action to honor the passing of Esther Williams. That’s the last thing I remember.
Happy to see they hung on for the win–everyone but poor Austin Romine with at least one hit.
Final Score: Yanks 6, M’s 1.
Dude, I was hoping that link would go to the Sterling call. Dang. I never listen to radio anymore. And I still say that "back to back and belly to belly" equals 4 HRs in a row. No other way makes sense.
In other news, the dust is settling. MLB is looking like they are in cahoots with Sidney Falco. I predict A-Rod will skate and rake.
And now you have...the rest of the story.
[1] And I still say that "back to back and belly to belly" equals 4 HRs in a row. No other way makes sense.
Actually, it makes sense for three consecutive HRs (visualizing: dbd), but that's a minimum. Makes no sense for two.
West coast games are among the very few I get a chance to watch, provided the Jays play at 7:00 pm. I managed to stay up for the whole game, but started to lose interest after about 6 or 7 innings.