I’M WRITING THIS ENTIRE POST IN CAPITAL LETTERS TO CONVEY MY ABSOLUTE FRUSTRATION ABOUT TONIGHT’S GAME.
Okay, no I’m not. I can’t stand when people do that.
But this loss to the Tigers was one of the worst I can remember. And it wasn’t Kuroda’s fault; he pitched really well and deserved some run support. Unfortunately, this team doesn’t understand the concept of hitting with men on base. Unless they walk or get hit, they’re helpless…and hapless.
As I watched Miguel Cabrera smack those two towering homers to dead center field, I kept wondering why we even pitch to him. And then I thought about A-Rod…about how he should be striking fear in the hearts of opposing pitchers the way Cabrera does instead of making weak outs. Not that he was alone in lameness. Only Swisher had a big hit. The rest of them? Pffffft.
And we had Girardi’s ejection. What in the world is going on with the umpires? Long barked from the dugout about the strike zone (rightfully) and got tossed? Without a word of warning? And Davidson laughed? No wonder Joe’s veins were popping out of his neck. Mine would be too.
And then there was Valverde and his orange beard. The guy walked in the tying run and won the game. How screwy was that?
So now the Yanks need to salvage the series with a win against Verlander tomorrow. Good luck, boys.