Well, whew.
Joba, taking nine strides forward; the rested bullpen coming through.
But admit it:
You thought the game was lost when Coco Crisp, the out the Yankees badly wanted, scampered past Farnsworth for a fifty-foot, eighth-inning infield hit to make it first and second, one out, with the top of the order, and hence two scooters named Ellsbury and Pedroia, due up.
Well, time to summon Mo. Five-out save? Damn right.
(And yeah, that was ball three to Lowell. Oh well.)
As for the trade: the Yanks have needed some right-hand pop for awhile. And . . . the Yankees' inability to win the World Series in 2004 was due, more than any other factor, to their ability to get out Papi in the late innings. Marte should help.
Blah blah, physicals. Get these guys suited up.
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