There really isn’t any other way to describe it. Beckett reduced our offense to sand tonight. I was thrilled to see Papelbon in the ninth (well, relatively speaking) but the bats were silent against him too.
CC kept giving up hits but getting outs when he needed them. It was kind of fun watching him strand runners. Joba, on the other hand…
Do I really have to say any more about this game? It ruined my dinner, it really did.
On a happier note, Friend of the Blog Melissa had an entertaining idea for a post. Actually, it’s a question she suggested that I pose to everybody:
Which current Yankee(s) would you like to see in the broadcast booth doing play-by-play in the future?
My initial answer to Melissa’s question was Jeter, but on second thought I realized he would not be a good choice; he knows the game, of course, but his comments are bland and colorless. I love Paul O’Neill and David Cone in the booth because they’re the opposite of bland. The truth is I think Swisher would be both hilarious and informative as a broadcaster. Is there anyone with more personality?