As we said in last night’s post, it’s been awhile since the Yankees celebrated a walkoff victory. And it showed. A.J.’s command wasn’t so hot. He only clipped Tex’s ear, which tells me he needs to work with Larry Rothschild on his pie move.
It was another weird, bipolar game with the Yankees looking like schlemiels early on, except for Martin’s homer. CC wasn’t hit hard but he was hit, and Cano’s latest error was painful.
But our ace kept Bautista under control and kept his teammates in the ballgame. I kept wondering if he’d throw a complete game loss.
But no! The Yankees actually rallied!
Jorge smacked the ball and then ran (I use the term loosely) to second. I was petrified he’d get thrown out trying to stretch it, but the hit was very stretchable and he was safe. Clap clap clap for him that he was able to help the team at last.
Granderson is just incredible, magical, awesome. Is there a fan anywhere who’s still bemoaning the departure of Austin Jackson? I didn’t think so.
And good for Tex for winning the game for us. Maybe he thinks it’s June, so his May doldrums are over.
I’ve discovered that I really enjoy beating the Blue Jays. I never really worked up much hostility toward them, but they’ve played us tough in recent years so now it feels very satisfying to come from behind and break their collective heart.
P.S. I hate to be a Debbie Downer, but I can’t believe Soriano is off to see the dreaded Dr. Andrews. That news today made me curl up in the fetal position.