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October 17, 2003
CALMING DOWN, SLOWLY
I don't have time to do justice to last night's game. The best summary belongs, as usual, to David Pinto.
For a Yankee fan's perspective, see Irena Paley:
Better than money. Better than sex. Better than your favorite song. Better than ice cream. Better than 'Empire Strikes Back.' Better than the swimsuit issue. Better than the FDNY calendar. Better than the prom queen. Better than the '94 Rangers. Better than the '70 Knicks. Better than Brooklyn pizza. Better than the Beatles.
That's how good last night was.
And for the ultimate Red Sox fan's perspective, see (who else?) Bill Simmons:
Twenty minutes after the Yankees eliminated the Sox, I called my father to make sure he was still alive.
And that's not even a joke. I wanted to make sure Dad wasn't dead. That's what it feels like to be a Red Sox fan. You make phone calls thinking to yourself, "Hopefully, my Dad picks up, because there's at least a 5-percent chance that the Red Sox just killed him."
It's safe to say that Jessica Simpson could have managed Game 7 better than Grady.
Well, he picked up. And we talked it through. We always do. Dad's voice was barely audible. He sounded like he just got out of surgery. Like every other Sox fan on the planet, he couldn't understand one simple question: Why didn't Grady take out Pedro? In the eighth inning, Pedro was running on fumes. Everyone knew it. Everyone but Grady Little.
Little did we know, our overmatched manager was saving his worst for last.
It's not a "Running Diary, but read the whole thing anyway.
In 1996, I would be so wound up after each Yankee magical comeback in the postseason that it would take me a couple of hours after each game to wind down enough to sleep.
That happened again last night. I was so worked up after the eight inning-comeback that I had to drain a bottle of Scotch to settle down.
(Granted, there was about an eighth of an ounce left in the bottle to start with, but still...)
Yankees in 6 in the World Series, although the Marlins could be much tougher than anyone gives them credit for.
Semi-regular blogging will resume early next week.
Posted by Dr. Manhattan at 3:04 PM | Permalink
Comments
G-d Bless this team! Oh wait, already happened.
LET'S GO YANKEES!
Posted by: Anonymous | October 21, 2003 5:22 PM
FUCK! I was at tonight's game in the LF Bleachers.
Well what can I say. I guess it comes with the territory that as a Yankee fan you see many world series. You don't win them all.
We can disect this one to death, the Yanks outscored and outhit the Marlins. But not during the clutch moments.
Jeter, Bernie, Matsui, Rivera, Petite, and the other starters all deserve props. Posada and Soriano blew.
We'll be back, and Florida will probably not.
Yankee baseball.. Yankee freakin' baseball!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted by: Ben Noah | October 26, 2003 2:03 AM