I woke up this morning feeling so happy and relieved that the Yankees had escaped death. Well, not death death, but you know what I mean. I went about my day with a smile, an extra spring in my step, not even getting upset when I received yet another junk fax from some company selling a trip to Cabo San Lucas. I ran into a Dodger fan friend who congratulated me on the Game 5 win.
“Your guys sent the series back to Texas. Great job,” she said.
“I know,” I said, beaming with pride. “They really fought back under extreme pressure.”
“Of course,” she added, “they’re still facing elimination tomorrow night.”
And that’s when my mood took a dive. It wasn’t that she told me something I didn’t already know. It was just that I didn’t want to hear it. I was content to remain in my bubble.
I went home and started watching the Phillies and Giants, thinking of all the reasons I don’t want our season to end and how Phil Hughes has to pitch the game of his young life.
“What’s wrong?” Michael asked me as I sat there in the fetal position.
“I’m worried about tomorrow night,” I said.
“But it’s still tonight,” he reminded me. “You’ve got 24 hours to get nervous.”
“True,” I acknowledged, “but -“
“You think the players are obsessing about tomorrow night?” he cut me off.
“No, they’re probably out having a good time with strippers and stuff.”
“There you go. If they’re not concerned about it, why should you be?”
I hate when he’s right. Still, I felt better reminding myself that the guys who will actually be playing the Rangers aren’t as nuts as I am. I jumped up and started making dinner, vowing to enjoy this night and worry about tomorrow tomorrow.
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No, these Royals.
In the opening game of the series, Andy Pettitte threw 99 mostly sparkling pitches to earn a 4-1 victory over old friend Sidney Ponson
whose athleticism is strikingly similar to that of this Royal.
Actually, Dame Sidney pitched pretty well. He wasn’t to blame when Jacobs couldn’t handle Posada’s hot shot in the first, allowing Damon and Tex to score.
There were other old friends present as well, like Farnsy
who appeared in the seventh inning, struck out the side and exhibited his usual good humor, reminding me of this Royal.
Also on hand was old friend Coco Crisp
who still has the odd habit of resting his chin on his shoulder in the manner of this Royal.
Highlights of the game?
* Cano’s sizzling bat
* Swisher’s double
* Gardner’s sac bunt
* Tex’s double and two walks
* Tex’s effortless defense at first (I’d almost forgotten what that’s like)
* Pettitte’s nearly flawless seven innings
* Bruney’s three up/three down
* Mo’s continuing brilliance.
* Swisher’s non-catch in the second that would have been an error if not for KC’s generous official scorer
* Cano’s wild throw in the ninth that should have been an error too
* Gardner’s inability to field balls over his head; he gets too close to the wall
* Matsui’s seemingly dead bat.
The best part of the game?
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One of the truly great things about contributing the occasional article to the New York Times is that I get the most interesting emails after each piece runs. Last week, I heard from the president of Cooperstown Cookie, who asked if she could send me samples of her product.
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