Sorry, I’m
allowed to indulge in bad sports clichés on rare and happy occasions such as these.
Now if only
those
jerks down in Gotham would lose a @#$%& game once in a while.
In the mean
time, we’ve just gotta concentrate on winning as many of ours as possible.
Should be a
really fun road trip on which to try.
But this
weekend was a beaut, was it not?
It would
have been nice to send Bonds packing without a home run in our friendly
confines, but I suppose having his former
teammate Timmy Wakefield be the guy to do it is OK, I suppose.
(Interestingly,
they both “tip their hats” to each
other.)
And, lo and
behold, the big guy with the big head — upon which usually sits a sour scowl — actually
seemed to have fun here, notwithstanding the sea of asterisks spangling the
crowd, the cardboard syringes waved with gusto.
We had a
good time, too.
The bats
snooze no more.
The offense
won the game for us on Friday
and on Sunday,
and when
it didn’t on Saturday, Daisuke Matsuzaka bailed us out, pitching a gem. (Even if, as Mnookin argues, it was far from the best of his season so far.)
But his
countryman came
up even bigger in a crucial spot. Just ... wow. We are sure lucky to have him.
As the Yankees win and win, there are so many things
to make one take heart about this team.
Manny
and Ortiz are doing the jobs they’re supposed to do.
Little big
man Dustin
Pedroia is playing his face off.
Joel
Pineiro saved
yesterday’s game with one perfect pitch.
The chance
— the chance! — that JD Drew
might have found his rhythm in the leadoff spot as he goes 5 for 11 and adds 12
points to his average. (As our former
tablesetter, ironically, molders, deservedly, in the nine hole — and gets
paid $8,250,000 to do it.)
Hell, even Coco got a few hits.
And it was nice to see Smilin’ Dave
Roberts again. Even if Okajima
dispatched him yesterday with the same cold-blooded
efficiency as the Members Only Guy
in Holsten’s. (Or,
y’know, not.)
A fine
weekend, full of wins.
Now it’s
back to the road a long trip of late nights out west.
But first,
a stop in Atlanta,
home to our “natural
rivals.” Let’s beat them.