Steamy Summer “W”

July 26, 2005

Timing is a funny thing.  Just when we start raking the ball, the pitching is a cross between ER and Last Comic Standing.  But yet we keep winning and winning.  It truly is odd.  The key has been the pillars.  Randall and Sean’s boy, the Moose.  They weren’t always the pillars.  Those guys were struggling early, while the bats were struggling.  Wasn’t a good formula.  But you knew it couldn’t continue.  Now they’re carrying the staff while the bats are pushing the surge in the standing.  The Yankees really do look like they’ve found it.

[I’m going to break in here for a second.  I’m following the Red Sox-D Rays game on the mlb.com gamecast.  Hate to see Clement take one off the noggin, wish him a speedy recovery.  Sox are down 8-6 starting the 9^th.  I’m thinking to myself that this is exactly the type of game that the resilient Sox would pull out the last couple of years.  They just have had an amazing, uncanny knack to pull miracles out of their butt when they absolutely have to, i.e. a game like tonight.  If they lose they fall into a tie for first, although they would actually be percentage points behind because the Yanks would have one less loss.  So what happens as I’m writing this?  Varitek homers and Millar just singled with one out.  I don’t have a good feeling for this one.  I’ll say it again – these guys are positively magical the way they pull off these miracles just when they need them most.  Unbelievable.  Mueller just doubled.  Tie game.  What else is new.  It’s going to extras, but this one is over.  I can pretty much read the quotes right now.  We had to do it for Matty, blah, blah, blah.  Shut up.  The D-Rays are a minefield in this division.  The Yankees have gotten destroyed by them, and they are giving the O’s and Sox fits.  Why do they su*k so bad again?  When they play in the division, they play like monsters.  Schilling’s in.  There’s hope.  One out, though.]

Back to the Yanks.  The Yanks are cruising with a two run lead, Randall at the wheel.  Bases loaded in the seventh.  I call Tony Sherry.  “Do you see what’s happening?”  He realizes it must be something good.  “I turned on the World Series of Poker for a second.  What happened?”  There was a pitching change in progress.  “Your boy’s up with the bases juiced and two outs,” I said.  His reply was swift and decisive.  “I’m going to call you back in 2 and ½ minutes after he does it.” 

[Cutting in again.  Well, they’re still under the magic spell.  Damon just homered.  It looked like Cantu made the last out in the 9^th by hitting one to the deepest part of the park (410 ft) for the Rays with a man on.  It’s tough to say from the gamecast, but the red dot that marks the spot where the out was recorded looks like it’s literally on top of the wall.  That would mean that if he hit it any where else (410 ft!!), game over.  But that old Red Sox magic is still lingering.  They had to win this one, so they yanked it out of their butt.  They’re still up and looking to tack on.]      

So The Ferocious Lion singled, scoring two.  The call came exactly 2 minutes and 37 seconds after Tony hung up.  He’s got some sort of a Vulcan mind meld with the Lion, I think.  The way these guys are swinging, they are very difficult to pitch to.  Sheff and Cano are slumping some, but Jeter’s coming back.  And Giambi continues to be ridiculous, the way he’s getting on base.  He was 0-1 tonight with two walks and a HBP. 

[Final note on the Sox.  Yeah, they did it, but not before Schilling coughed up a run in the tenth and put the tying run on base.  What can you say…..]

The Yanks are playing solid baseball.  They are going to be heard from. We need to find some healthy pitchers, though.  Pavano had another setback, apparently.  We’ve got a tough matchup tomorrow with Leiter and Santana.  The Yankees don’t hit Santana well.  I predict another gutsy performance from Leiter tomorrow.  We’ll see how he does.  The crowd at the stadium is going to have the adrenaline flowing through his veins, fueling his fire, similar to the way adrenaline fueled *******’s stunning McDonalds run way back in ’92 when he ate all five “Dream Team” value meals in one sitting – supersized.  We need him (Leiter, not ******* – who needs that Red Sock loving traitor), since we literally don’t have anybody to pitch on Thursday or Saturday.  You have to laugh. 

Are you guys serious, by the way?  One comment?  One?  Come on guys.  You’re better than that.  Thank you Petey Goods, for saving BPS from the shutout.  I’ll see you guys tomorrow. 

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