I wasn’t referring to myself, although I’m tired as well as cranky. (Still jet lagged, plus I just came from the dentist. Ugh.) I meant the Yankees, who’ve been forced to play under difficult conditions and showed their fatigue in today’s second straight loss in extras to the O’s.
The offense couldn’t do squat after the sixth inning or so. Either their bodies were beanbags or their heads were already on the plane to California or both. Either way, they were manhandled by the Orioles’ usually lackluster bullpen, and the result was an “L.”
Nova wasn’t great and said so after the game.
Proctor, whose very presence on this team still makes me scratch my head, made bad pitches and said so after the game.
Soriano made bad pitches and said after the game, “I made good pitches. They just hit them.” Is that denial or an inflated sense of self? Can’t tell.
Anyhow, the poor, bedraggled Yankees wasted spectacular defense by Cervelli and Granderson and will now head to my part of the world. Here’s the forecast for them.
Okay, there are supposed to be a few clouds on Saturday, but it’ll be a whole lot better than they’re used to lately.