And the sweep.
In another one of those woulda-killed-to-be-there games, it was remarkable how many hooks the Yankees wriggled off today. In the sventh, eighth and ninth, the Sox had first-and-second, nobody out (once after a lead-off homer), twice with heart of the order due up, and for all that traffic they managed not a single run.
Eighth inning: Kardiac Kyle gives up a homer, single, single. Rivera comes in. Pop-up, double play.
Ninth inning: Mo back out. A double, followed by an intentional/unintentional walk to Thome. Konerko up. Rivera throws without question the pitch of the day, a devastating down-sliding cutter that runs away from the right-handed Konerko and becomes a double-play grounder to Jeter. Then Dye strikes out. Ballgame.
Update: Just checked the schedule. I forced myself to listen to the WGN broadcast with the sound on, hoping to bathe in Hawk and Whoever's awfulness. SunDevil Joe wrote in some of their worst predelictions, such as "You can put it on the booooaard . . . yes!" and "He gone," and "Four runs for the good guys," and their insistence on referring to Paul Knoerko as "Paulie," as if he were Rocky Balboa's brother-in-law. I was all set to write "Good by, and good riddance," but I checked the schedule. Three more games in Chicago next month. Put it on the board. Yes, indeed.
Update: Like, as Daisy Buchanan would say, waiting for the longest day of the year and missing it, I was all primed to celebrate Rivera's 400th save, then the thrills of the game, and of sweeping the Pale Hose, put the landmark right out of my mind. Cue Metallica, "Enter Sandman." Here's to Mo!
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The ONLY thing I could think of heading into ninth inning, was your previous reference to the WGN crew's obvious attempt to put the Hex on Mo.
You know the type of stuff that lacks one ounce of sincerity. And is pulled out in a desperate attempt to pull out a ninth inning win. Here's how it went down Sunday. (Paraphrasing)...."man this guy is theeeee best at closing out games, ain't he DJ?" "Oh yea, there's no waaaaay he'll blow this one Hawk." "Good point DJ. Mo Rivera not only saves games with his devastating arsenal of pitches, but his slider is currently being looked at as a cure for colon cancer, I mean it's thaaat good."
Of course, to Hawk and DJ's disappointment, the "good guys" lost and The Evil Empire won. Sweep to be exact.
So now the Yanks have their sights set on the Red Sox, who now seem to be playing as individual players and not a team. Which is okay when you're winning, but dangerous when you're losing.
We now need a David Cone type pickup at the deadline. Okay, so maybe there isn't a Conee type pitcher this year, but I'll take a poor-man's Cone. But who is that player?
Robbie-Boy: I can only give you a blogger compliment: LOL.
Yeah, damnit. LOL.
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