OK, I can’t claim that I sat through the entire ordeal. The game started at 12:30 here in California and I worked until late afternoon. I figured it was long over by the time I went online to check the score and was surprised to see the Yanks and A’s locked in a 2-2 tie in the 8th. I pulled up a chair and settled in to watch. And settled in. And settled in. I could not believe all the scoring opportunities that went nowhere. It was an exercise in futility. When Tex popped up with the bases loaded I went especially mental.
The stats for guys like Wells, Youkilis and Hafner were brutal, but at least Wells made an incredible throw that saved a run and nearly cost Stewart his head in the collision at the plate. The pitching was uniformly great, with essentially two starts by Kuroda and then Adam Warren. But the second Girardi brought Mo in, I cringed. I didn’t like the fact that it wasn’t a save situation or that he’d gotten up earlier in the game and sat back down. It was just a feeling that he’d blow it. On the other hand, somebody had to be the goat because the Yankees were not about to score any runs. Not this crew.
Here’s what I’d do if I were Cashman. I’d package up Hughes and ship him to a team with a good offensive player and slide Warren into the rotation. But more likely, there will be call ups coming for the rest of this road trip with somebody (perhaps Warren) getting sent down. Maybe Overbay will be DFA-ed too. All I know is that getting swept by the A’s isn’t a terrible thing on the face of it. It’s how we got swept that stings. This team is just not very good right now.
They’re playing playing like they have anal glaucoma (they can’t see their asses taking advantage of opportunities to win) and I agree that a roster tweak to shake things up might might be in order.
That’s an interesting diagnosis, David!
It’s time to think divorcing this team again, Jane. At least a legal separation. Yesterday was pathetic. It got to where I couldn’t even get excited about a base runner because I knew how it would end. Five hours and thirty-five minutes of torture is right – and I was actually there for every excruciating minute.
I was disappointed when I learned I wouldn’t see any of these games.
Now, not so much.
Sorry Jane but blame has to be put where it belongs. When the Yanks on the west coast its your responsibility to see that they prosper. You’ve got 3 more tries.
As the Nike ad says, “Just Do It”!
HaHa
Right now it’s not the players I feel like divorcing, Audrey. It’s Hal Steinbrenner I’m thinking about walking out on. I wrote on Twitter last night that he should pay the fans all the money he’s saving on the luxury tax!
You’re not missing much, Peg. That’s for sure.
You’re right, John. I need to do something. I used to go to Anaheim when the boys came to town, but the rally monkey (and traffic) kept me away. So I’ll send special “vibes” there in my place instead. Maybe it’ll help.
If you need grounds for divorce, maybe the Yankee pitching staff can join you in a class action suit: LACK OF SUPPORT!
Those poor pitchers, Uncle Mike. I feel sorry for all the players, actually. They looked so helpless.