It wasn’t as if the Yankees didn’t make it interesting. Over the 11 innings that lasted four-and-a-half hours and resulted in the Angels’ 5-4 walk-off victory, there were moments that were so excruciatingly tense that I almost couldn’t watch. And there were plenty of positives:
Jeter’s homer off Weaver in the first.
A-Rod’s homer off Weaver in the fourth.
Damon’s homer off Weaver in the fifth.
Posada’s homer off Jepson in the eighth to tie the score.
Pettitte’s ability to get out of jams with the double play ball.
Tex’s mastery at first base throughout the game.
Mo’s Houdini act in the 10th with bases loaded.
Nice work by Marte, Hughes and Robertson.
There were also some amusing moments. Like when Posada was batting in the second and the home plate ump forgot how many strikes there were.
And there was that base running blunder by Abreu after he smacked a double off Coke in the eighth – a gift.
But then there were the frustrations, the wasted opportunities, the times when I wanted to throw a sharp object at my TV:
The deadly duo of Swisher and Melky at the bottom of the order.
Joba’s ineptitude in the seventh.
Gardner caught stealing in the eighth.
Girardi pulling Robertson for Aceves in the 11th after consulting his stupid scouting book.
Sure, the Yankees had chances to score insurance runs and didn’t; they were dismal with runners in scoring position. And yes, Kendrick has historically been a tough at bat for the Yanks. But Robertson was pitching lights out. Why not leave him in to face Kendrick and Mathis? Why must every decision be based on match-ups and stats? Why not go with your gut and let the guy who’s doing a great job keep doing it? Why, Joe?
OK, I feel better now. Sometimes, it’s cleansing to get things off your chest.
The good news is I don’t have to eat that “lucky” turkey club sandwich anymore. The even better news is I’ll be at Angel Stadium tomorrow for Game 4. I will be embedded in enemy territory, sitting somewhere in this sea of red thunderstix.
Will I witness a dazzling performance by CC? Will the Yankees bounce back from today’s defeat and win? Will I run onto the field and try to say hi to Jeter?
Will I maneuver my way into Kate Hudson’s suite so A-Rod will wave to me too?
Or will I sneak into the dugout, steal a copy of Girardi’s scouting book and set it on fire?
Anything is possible.