Yesterday, my car needed a jump start when I was about three miles away from Subway Squawkers headquarters. I had to pay a cabbie $15 to get my PT Cruiser going quickly so I could make it back home in time to watch the game.
I should have saved my money.
I would say that yesterday was the worst game of the year, but I think Friday is also a pretty good contender for that spot. In the first game, the Yanks seemed like they could actually escape with a win. In Saturday’s game, once Jason Varitek hit the grand slam, I knew the Yankees would lose. Even though that hit didn’t technically give the Sox the lead, it was just a matter of time. And I knew we were going to be in for a long, torturous afternoon.
Here’s the thing – I’ve been tossing around in my mind a list of my Top 5 – or should that be Bottom 5? – least favorite current Red Sox. I had Kevin Youkilis, Jonathan Papelbon, Josh Beckett, and Dustin Pedroia as my unfab four, and was trying to decide between David Ortiz, Jason Varitek, Dice-K, and Nick Green as No. 5. And wouldn’t you know it? Varitek hit his grand slam right then and there, getting him a spot on my list. Oh joy.
The rest of the game seemed to go by in a blur, as these slugfests seem to do, with one Yankee pitcher after another getting beaten up, while the Yankee hitters would try to take back the lead. Even when the Yanks did go ahead, like in the seventh inning, I figured it would be short-lived. It was that kind of day.
I was kind of shocked to see Jonathan Papelbon throw 30 pitches in a game where his team had a five-run lead. That was the last senseless thing in a senseless day.
Wonder what A-Rod is thinking right now – not that he would have made much of a difference in this game, unless he could have thrown a shutout inning or two. Squawker reader Symphony sardonically referred to him in noting how “at least there are no ‘distractions’ and what is more important than that?” Heh.
Another reason I bring him up is after this nightmare of a game, I literally had a nightmare about the Yankees when I went to sleep. In my dream, Scott Brosius came out of retirement to fill in the spot at third. And all the “true Yankee” fans were delirious in their insistence that Brosius should stay in that position over A-Rod, even though he’s now 42 years old. Good grief.
All that, and Bea Arthur died, too. What a bad day. (Speaking of her, did you ever notice how the opening credits of “The Sopranos” are a ripoff of “Maude’s” opening credits? Click here to see what I mean.)
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