What. A. Game.
I bow down to it. I can’t tell jokes about it. I can’t even show ballplayer look-alikes having to do with it. It deserves respect!
Both teams played like their lives depended on it. Beckett was nearly perfect. AJ was nearly perfect. The Red Sox pen shut down the Yankees. The Yankees pen shut down the Red Sox. Neither side could score a run, and I sat there in front of the TV doing this.
I was a nervous wreck and growing more so with every batter.
“Will we ever win this game?” I said to my husband after the Yankees failed to capitalize on two singles to lead off the 14th inning. (Amazing catch by Drew on Hinske’s line drive, btw.)
“Eventually,” he said. “But we’re running out of pitchers.”
In came Coke to pitch the top of the 15th; he retired the side in order. Then up came the Yankees in the bottom of the frame against Tazawa. Here’s how it went down.
Damon: botched a bunt.
Tex: struck out.
A-rod: hit a walk-off homer.
Yankees won 2-0!
The Rivalry just gets better and better. One night it’s a wild and crazy marathon. The next it’s a classic pitcher’s duel. Who knows what Saturday’s game will bring, but I’m ecstatic the Yankees found a way to win. Somehow. Scenes like this just never get old.