I almost had to pull over in my car when the Orioles scored all those runs in the seventh inning today. I was cruising along, happily picturing Andy getting the win and the guys celebrating the sweep and lalalala.
My heart sank when Kelley imploded. (Well, it sank when Joe pulled Pettitte. I’m sure Andy was tired – he admitted as much after the game – but he’d been pitching so well that I didn’t want to mess with success.) I should have figured Kelley would have a bad outing after the NYT published a glowing story today about how miraculous his Tommy John surgeries have been in prolonging his career.
And then there was Logan….and the ever scary Joba. The next thing I knew the O’s were banging the ball and the Yankees’ bats had no answer.
Not that the offense was that great yesterday. We only won by a couple of runs. It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility that in previous years they would have scored four or five in the late innings and made a comeback.
Didn’t happen and it was depressing.
But…..the series was won. That’s a good thing.
i was starting to think of a sweep and happy days ahead when we had a chance and then boom it all fell apart. it hurt and brought be back to earth. i feel like i’ve said this and felt this before. it’s hard to make up so much ground and we can’t keep letting games slip away. i have to stop thinking we have a chance and being let down. feeling sad
Me too, but we have no choice but to ride it out to the bitter end. If it’s not meant to be this year, we’ll try again next year. That said, I don’t want to lose to the White Sox!
My worry is the farm team/ prospects don’t look good so what’s the hope for next year
Maybe there’s a Derek Jeter or Robinson Cano we don’t know about yet? Buried deep within the system?
I love the optimism