I couldn’t believe that after writing in last night’s post about how valuable Jayson Nix has been to the Yankees this year, Dickey throws a pitch that breaks Nix’s hand. Could. Not. Believe. It. So sorry he’ll be gone now. What a strange, strange season.
On the happy side, I cheered when Ichiro got hit #4,000 in his first at bat and the game came to a halt so everybody could give him a rousing ovation. Nice, nice moment for him, and he seemed genuinely touched by the outpouring.
The rest of the game was a nail biter. Adam Warren pitched well, but David Huff pitched even better. Wow, who knew? He held the Blue Jays scoreless and kept the score at 2-2 – until Soriano’s late blast had me pumping my fist. That homer felt so good because we really do need to win every game and things were getting hairy. Mo’s save was priceless. He struck out the first guy, allowed a single to Davis and picked Davis off at second. He just might be the best infielder we have right now, not to mention the best closer ever. How will we survive without him?
Never mind. No point in thinking about that now. The Yankees pulled off another win and that’s what counts. Some divine intervention wouldn’t hurt as we go down the stretch. The clock is ticking and the schedule is shrinking.