I was out during most of today’s game, but I listened on my At Bat app. Nice win for the boys and very nice win for Kuroda, but I was nervous. All we had was a one-run lead on Jones’ homer until we squeaked out another run on the double by the suddenly-not-coughing-and-hitting-well Tex. So when Girardi brought in our new closer to shut it down in the ninth, I clutched my iPhone tightly and started talking to it. Sori got the first two outs but then gave up a hit. “I miss Mo,” I muttered. But then he got the strikeout and the ballgame was over. Whew.
The Yanks are looking better than when they were losing, no question, but there was still that first inning with the bases loaded and our heavy hitters up and yet nobody was able to knock in a run. I worry about that trend.
On the lighter side, I laughed earlier in the day when I read the NYT piece about Girardi’s Cap’n Crunch eating. If he’s lactose intolerant, why does he have to eat his cereal dry? Has he never heard of Lactaid or even Almond, Soy or Rice Milk? Clearly, I need to have a talk with his wife.
Back to the dark side, while it was sweet to win again in Oakland, the Yankees will face a much tougher rival when they get to Anaheim tomorrow night. No, I don’t mean the Angels. I don’t even mean Pujols or Weaver. I mean him.
I have to admit that some of their clips are funny.