First, the formalities.
Yankees 8, Mariners 1
Yankees 5, Mariners 0
Now . . .
As to the other event of this Sunday.
(Understand, Astro-Girl sits ten feet away, cursing at the TV as I type. Astro-Girl, so named because of her status as the world's biggest Astros fan, has her own feelings on the Clemens signing. I join her mid-screed:
"He came here and said he wanted to come home. How touching. Well, f*** you, buddy. Hope the Red Sox kick your ass. He promised to come here and help us to the World Series and all that bull****, well he could have damn well stayed here and help us now. All this, 'It's not about the money,' Well, f*** you, buddy. All this, 'This really isn't about money. I picked the Yankees because they have the best chance to win.' Well, f*** you, pal. Go ahead and trash your old teammates. What, they Astros don't know how to win? And you can f****** put that on your blog. Sh****** on your old teammates that way. F*** you, asshole. Go have sex with Pettitte for all I care."
My fiance, ladies and gentlemen.
Anyway, back to the post.)
So anyway . . . Wang picks the Saturday night sports collision to announce his return, taking a perfect game into the eighth. Dealing as I did with the Rockets' first-round fade-out (as expected) and Mayweather's victory over De la Hoya (same), I missed Wang's return to the front rank.
Let us take in the events of the past week. Last Tuesday, Philip Hughes's cranky hamstring was seen as the death knell of the Yankee rotation. Now, as of June first, with the top four spots set (Wang, Moose, Pettitte, Rocket), with Rasner pitching as well as he did (against the Mariners, mind), and with Igawa due for another few chances this month, Hughes may go straight from the DL to Triple-A.
Yes . . . Moose, Pettitte and Rocket may not last the season. And the Red Sox are scary good.
But what a difference a few days make.