I get that the Yankees won’t win every game. I do. But this one against the Angels looked like a “W” on paper, and I figured I’d be celebrating the anniversary of my birth, not stomping around the house like a kid having a tantrum.
I mean, CC Sabathia versus this journeyman?
The Yankees should have battered Palmer. Instead they managed a measly three hits off him. Jeter’s error in the sixth didn’t help Sabathia, but it was in the seventh that CC allowed the small ballers to do their thing. Did he ever looked pissed when Joe came to get him.
Then it was left to our crack bullpen to stop the bleeding. Yeah, sure. When I saw Veras coming in to pitch, I yelled at the TV: “NOT ANOTHER LEADOFF WALK!” This time he listened. He gave up a leadoff homer instead. So I’m saying goodbye to Jose. If Cashman wants to keep him around, fine. But I’m done with him.
So no more yukking it up with Mo.
No more stealing dirt from the old stadium.
No more man-hugging Molina.
You’re out of my life, Jose. Best of luck to you….with the Pirates or somebody.
With the score 8-1 in the ninth, the Yankees mounted a comeback thanks to Rodriguez, the Angels’ version of Veras, who gave up a couple of walks, a wild pitch, and a homer to Posada. It was 8-4 after Gary Matthews, Jr. dropped Jeter’s routine fly ball, and I thought maybe a miracle would follow last night’s miracle. But no. What followed was only sadness and disappointment as I watched my husband Michael take the loss very hard.
Not only were the Yankees beaten by the Angels, but here’s what also happened:
* Cano’s hitting streak ended.
* Tex continued to slump (and hear boos).
* Nick Swisher’s elbow was still swollen and bruised.
* Erick Aybar got beaned in the face by a ricochet off Jeter’s helmet and was carted off to the Yankees’ dentist.
Worst of all, today marked the end of the Magic Pen and its promising career as the Yankees’ Lucky Charm. Its own four-game winning streak snapped, the pen became expendable and was, therefore, DFA-ed. I didn’t have the heart to tell the pen, so Michael walked it out to the backyard and did the deed.
Rest in peace, Pen. There will be another pen to fill your roster spot tomorrow, but just know that we’ll miss you and we thank you for your service.