That’s right. The Yankees are not dead yet – not by a long shot. Tonight was my anniversary, and Michael and I passed up a chance to go out and celebrate so we could stay home and watch the game. And what a happy anniversary it was.
Wow. So much applause to pass around.
That first inning gave me a heart attack and if it weren’t for Granderson’s amazing catch I don’t know where we’d be. But whatever Larry Rothschild said during the next half inning, AJ came back out and pitched like a champ for the most part. He’ll always be a guy who walks a tightrope, but he gave us what we needed and I applaud him.
In addition to that first catch, how about the one in the sixth where he got the wind knocked out of him? It was absolutely insane. And his double wasn’t too shabby either. Big hand for the Grandy Man.
I got my 10 runs. Need I say more? Of course I need to. Not only did the bats chase Porcello but they came bursting to life in the eighth inning. I love homers to death, but there’s nothing more fun than seeing single after single after single (with a few walks and hit batsmen mixed in). A-Rod, Tex and Swisher finally showed up at the plate and my guess is the floodgates have now been opened, particularly in A-Rod’s case. Good work, guys. And congrats to Montero for his first postseason hit.
I got nervous when I saw Cory Wade warming early in AJ’s outing. I said out loud, “No! Why? Who’s next? Ayala?” But Soriano came on instead and, thanks to Granderson’s catch in the sixth, he pitched great. So did Hughes and Logan (loved the strikeouts).
She didn’t rain. And she’d better not pull anything on Thursday night.