I went upstate last night to hang with my niece and nephew–my bro’s family–so I missed the game. Mercifully, it turns out. I checked the score on my phone, of course, but turned it off when it was clear this was going to be another hard-luck loss for the Yanks and another hard-earned, well-played, fortuitous win for the Mets.
The Hell you want to sit through that for? Okay, I came back later to see how it ended–more pain. But I wasn’t going to let the Yankees’ misfortune get in the way of our good time so I let it go at: Fey.
Anyhow, I’ll be watching the game this afternoon, root, root, rooting for the visitors. It’s all about Big Mike. That dude shows up, I like the Yankees’ chances. If he’s not, we’re looking at the Yankees’ getting their asses swept. Go up to Toronto DOA and oy fuggin’ veh. Maybe Jacoby can show up to play, hah? And maybe Bird gets into one. How bout you, Headley?
Thor is not untouchable but he’s also no joke. The kid can dial it up.
Jacoby Ellsbury CF
Brett Gardner LF
Carlos Beltran RF
Brian McCann C
Greg Bird 1B
Chase Headley 3B
Dustin Ackley 2B
Didi Gregorius SS
Michael Pineda SP
Never mind the open sores:
Let’s Go Yank-ees!