look i gotta pee but i'd really like to continue talking about this conversation...
on friday night, after billy mueller watched the final strike sail past him, me and the blaze hightailed it for the exits, not wanting to be subjected to watching the yanks celebrate, especially considering the magnitude (at the time) of the loss for the sox... and even though it was may 27, the most fabulous day there is, all i wanted to do was log on here and vent about what i'd just witnessed...
but then a calm came over me... "there's two more games in this series," i told myself... "let's wait and see what happens next..." this, and the fact that i was on the 4 train followed by a crosstown bus on my way to a bar with three beerpong tables convinced me that waiting was the best policy... and you know what? it was the best decision i could have made...
look, that loss on friday was horrible - one of the worst of the year... 5 straight hits in an inning and only one run scored? one of the most egregious basecoaching errors i've ever seen? the immortal robinson cano being the hero of the game? sheff's homer exiting our atmosphere in about 1.2 seconds? the big unit pitching like some stiff for the brewers and still getting the win? the dump known as yankee stadium? seriously, it was hell on earth for a good couple of hours...
but then in the car on the way home on saturday, the big man and i found ourselves pumping fists and high-fiving left and right... it was a record setting offensive performance, the exact opposite of the night before in terms of emotion... hit after hit after hit... christ, even manny did something... it was, as my man bob ryan so eloquently stated, a laugher, something the sox needed more than even a ceremonial shot of jack daniel's... i mean it was poetry... those sycophants who call the game on yankee radio threw in the towel in the fourth inning and even though their banter for the remainder of the game was the pinnacle of idiocy, the circumstances still made it a pleasure to listen... that, combined with last night's romp (renteria, papi and manny a combined 9-for-9 in the fourth inning?!?!) and it was a proven theorum yet again... it's a goddamn marathon, ya know? and jimy williams, god bless him, was wiser than anyone ever gave him credit for being... these guys can find one of the most bizarre ways to lose to the hated archrival one night and instead of jumping off a cliff (or posting a note dripping with frustration and animosity on this fabulous website) you just wait till the next damn day and watch them smash records, break scoreboards and win going away...
now i know i'm not inventing any new, scientific formulas here... in fact, i'm sure i've even written something along these same lines just a short time ago... but honesty is the best policy and i'm telling ya, there's no other way to go about a discussion of this past weekend in the bronx...
i could talk more about the atmosphere at the stadium, e.g. the goombah who was about ready to string up the two youthful red sox fans who got up and screamed thinking extra bases when a renteria fly ball out left his bat in the first inning on friday night... or the half-hearted "boston sucks" chants that were so short, so piss-poor, they made the hideous "yankees suck" chants that some sox fans even try to start at college graduations or any other formal or informal gathering around here seem downright inspired... or the fact that there are two main reserved section 34, row e, seat5s in the left field bleachers, with no distinction bewtween which is which... or i could even get into tonight's game (which i was also at - ugh...) as proof positive that the sox have an alarming tendency to take the yankees more seriously than anyone else and to subsequently blow their collective load when playing them which naturally leads to garbage efforts like the one at fenway earlier this evening... but i won't (although there's a whole other column to be found in some of the new yankees suck-style t-shirts i saw, among them "JETER DRINKS WINE COOLERS," "A-ROD SLAPS BALLS," and (gulp) "I BANGED SHEFFIELD'S WIFE, TOO." but i won't... instead, i'll just keep reminding myself that its only the end of may, there's four months to go, getting too up or down about a single game or stretch of games at this point is a waste of time and that i finally have a link to one of the greatest sites ever, awfulplasticsurgery.com, on the right-hand sidebar... WOO-HOO!...
until next time... lates.
but then a calm came over me... "there's two more games in this series," i told myself... "let's wait and see what happens next..." this, and the fact that i was on the 4 train followed by a crosstown bus on my way to a bar with three beerpong tables convinced me that waiting was the best policy... and you know what? it was the best decision i could have made...
look, that loss on friday was horrible - one of the worst of the year... 5 straight hits in an inning and only one run scored? one of the most egregious basecoaching errors i've ever seen? the immortal robinson cano being the hero of the game? sheff's homer exiting our atmosphere in about 1.2 seconds? the big unit pitching like some stiff for the brewers and still getting the win? the dump known as yankee stadium? seriously, it was hell on earth for a good couple of hours...
but then in the car on the way home on saturday, the big man and i found ourselves pumping fists and high-fiving left and right... it was a record setting offensive performance, the exact opposite of the night before in terms of emotion... hit after hit after hit... christ, even manny did something... it was, as my man bob ryan so eloquently stated, a laugher, something the sox needed more than even a ceremonial shot of jack daniel's... i mean it was poetry... those sycophants who call the game on yankee radio threw in the towel in the fourth inning and even though their banter for the remainder of the game was the pinnacle of idiocy, the circumstances still made it a pleasure to listen... that, combined with last night's romp (renteria, papi and manny a combined 9-for-9 in the fourth inning?!?!) and it was a proven theorum yet again... it's a goddamn marathon, ya know? and jimy williams, god bless him, was wiser than anyone ever gave him credit for being... these guys can find one of the most bizarre ways to lose to the hated archrival one night and instead of jumping off a cliff (or posting a note dripping with frustration and animosity on this fabulous website) you just wait till the next damn day and watch them smash records, break scoreboards and win going away...
now i know i'm not inventing any new, scientific formulas here... in fact, i'm sure i've even written something along these same lines just a short time ago... but honesty is the best policy and i'm telling ya, there's no other way to go about a discussion of this past weekend in the bronx...
i could talk more about the atmosphere at the stadium, e.g. the goombah who was about ready to string up the two youthful red sox fans who got up and screamed thinking extra bases when a renteria fly ball out left his bat in the first inning on friday night... or the half-hearted "boston sucks" chants that were so short, so piss-poor, they made the hideous "yankees suck" chants that some sox fans even try to start at college graduations or any other formal or informal gathering around here seem downright inspired... or the fact that there are two main reserved section 34, row e, seat5s in the left field bleachers, with no distinction bewtween which is which... or i could even get into tonight's game (which i was also at - ugh...) as proof positive that the sox have an alarming tendency to take the yankees more seriously than anyone else and to subsequently blow their collective load when playing them which naturally leads to garbage efforts like the one at fenway earlier this evening... but i won't (although there's a whole other column to be found in some of the new yankees suck-style t-shirts i saw, among them "JETER DRINKS WINE COOLERS," "A-ROD SLAPS BALLS," and (gulp) "I BANGED SHEFFIELD'S WIFE, TOO." but i won't... instead, i'll just keep reminding myself that its only the end of may, there's four months to go, getting too up or down about a single game or stretch of games at this point is a waste of time and that i finally have a link to one of the greatest sites ever, awfulplasticsurgery.com, on the right-hand sidebar... WOO-HOO!...
until next time... lates.
posted by jmg at 10:41 PM
1 Comments:
well jmg you would be proud to know that on my saturday, i sat down infront of the tv and watched that crazy game where the sox scored 17 over the yankees 1. being in a house that lives for the yanks i just kinda laughed at the score and went on to doing my daily routine. it was a good game to watch. and man how many times did the yankees pitcher get beaned by a hit, they need to get the hell outta the way.
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