The Yankees’ 11-2 thrashing of the Orioles felt good and right and absolutely necessary – if for no other reason than to prevent me from climbing onto my roof and doing this.
We called on AJ to quell the insurgency and he did.
By spinning Markakis out on two inside pitches in the first inning, then striking him out. Loved that at bat.
Another fave moment involving the Orioles’ right fielder? Swisher belted a 3-2 pitch and it was the fan in the yellow shirt, not Cake-iss, who made the catch.
But there was so much to love about today’s game – from Tex’s homer to Swisher’s five RBIs….from Pena’s first major league hit to Cano’s continuing plate discipline…from Molina’s throw nabbing Pie to the scoreless relief of Coke/Veras/Bruney.
And, of course, there was the 2009 season debut of Mo.
Here’s how his ninth inning went.
Victory. At last.
Hysteria and panic were replaced by the sort of insane jubilation that people experience when something like this happens.
I know. I’m going overboard as usual. It was only one baseball game. But still. I’m all for grabbing happiness whenever it presents itself.
Which brings me to the stunning news about Angels pitcher Nick Adenhart, shown in this AP photo posted on MLB’s site.
Senseless. Tragic. Sad. A terrible loss for his family and teammates.
I didn’t know much about him before today, other than that he had a promising career with the Angels. If there’s a Baseball Heaven, I hope he’s up there having a couple of cold ones and talking fast balls with the greats of the game.