This has been one of the more exasperating summers for me. I tried to get with these Yankees early (they stunk); I tried in early June (I got married and distracted); tried to interest myself in June (pneumonial; could barely watch TV commericals without experiencing nausea); tried to get interested right around Clemens's return (about when they went south for the second time).
Then, after the Yankees caught fire after the All-Star game, the whole notion of switching to DirectTV to get the Yes Network, or--failing that--ordering MLB TV or whatever, became impossibly impossible, as I descended into neck pain so crippling it descended to my shoulders, down my arms, and numbed my fingertips.
So: bed for two more weeks, and what's this baseball you speak of?
Then: the back end of July. TWO hiring committees I'm chairing, and good-bye, 15 hours per day.
Then, August. Honeymoon.
Okay, back in town at the end of August, all set. Astro-Girl makes the requisite calls--DirecTV! YES Channel! Yes! And it counts!--and I stay home for work, awaiting a whole September of Yankee triumph . . .
Only the DirecTV guy never shows, and after three phone calls and about seventeen "For X, press Y" capers, I'm told there was no appointment, never an appointment, and the soonest appointment available is the tail end of October, long after all baseball would have moved to free cable or Fox . . .
. . . so I, with three weeks to go, sit back for the inevitable. And watch play-by-play on my computer.
Which brings me to this week. Champagne on ice, one victory remaining.
Was Igawa auditioning to replace the Rocket? No Joba, no Mo, No Pettitte-Wang-Moose tonight.
Damnit finish this.
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One thing is for sure....Brian Bruney can make his fall plans in Vermont to see the leaves change. His stuff stinks.....Lock down the WC...shut down whomever needs extra rest (Posada, A-Rod, Jeter) Have them play Sunday and wait to see who we play.....
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