Quite possibly the most satisfying game of the season.
On my birthday, no less.
One caveat. Today in Detroit, 93 degrees.
The Unit always says: I'll pitch better in the warm weather. All well and good, but how will he pitch in October in the Bronx, in Boston, in Chicago, in Detroit, in the wind tunnel that is Shea Stadium--if it gets that far? Yankee heroes (in my lifetime, Chambliss, Munson, Reggie, Nettles, Bucky, Brian Doyle, Donnie (.526 in '95, vs. every Mariner not named Randy), Bernie, Jeter, Girardi, Wetteland, O'Neill, Tino, Scottie, Mo, El Duque, Wells, Coney, Knoblauch, Ramiro, Vizcaino, and Sojo) are made in October.
This always happens: Yanks, Bosox, and two other teams compete for three playoff spots. Year after year it has been Yanks, Bosox, A's, Mariners. Last year it was Yanks, Bosox, White Sox, Indians. This year it may be Yanks, Bosox, White Sox, Tigers, with the most likely to fall being Detroit. Detroit may take this series and may take this month, but, realistically, these Tigers couldn't play better in their dreams, and will probably play worse in reality as the summer wears on and the offense cools off.
So we'll see.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOE! (sorry, was in transit from NYC of all places on Monday).
Thank, pal o' my heart.
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