Inexpilcably & inexcusably go down 2 games to 3 to the Washington Nationals.” ~Michael Kay.
WOW. I mean, WOW. I’ve never heard MK sound so PISSED at a loss. BUT WOW, SO TRUE.
And today was the last day of my little experiment. I DID NOT WATCH this game, and The Yankees-well, you know…They umm, LOST AGAIN to THE NATIONALS. My Superstition is gone, I no longer wonder if I am in some strange way cursed (at least when it comes to The Yankees winning or losing games) when it comes to my love life-that’s a different story.
I had no intention to watch today’s game, hence the fact that I thought that the game was at it’s usual time, 4 PM Pacific.
I was really surprised to start up my computer after my MRA appointment at 6:30 PM here to find that the “Postgame alert for the New York Yankees” email had already hit my computer. “Wow, quick game.” I thought. Ummmmm….No. The game started, or was supposed to start at 1 in NY. Long delay was more like it, not quick game.
As if my head didn’t already hurt terribly bad from the ultra noisy MRA, not to be confused with an MRI. If you EVER know anyone going for an MRA tell them to wear ear plugs, even if they have headphones with music. The MRA noise and the MRI noise do not even compare. If you think an MRI is loud, huh…I think I nuclear bomb might be quieter. Seriously.
Anyway, as if my head & neck didn’t already hurt terribly from the MRA…I pondered whether to wait for the Highlights on MLB.TV or just open the email and see by just how much The Yank’s won. I had guessed that it would be a blow-out. Something even better than their 15-0 win from (what seems like) a year ago to The Mets-something like 20-0. It could happen. Hell, it NEEDED to happen, and besides-I wasn’t watching. They had to win.
So, I decide to just screw it and open the email. I’m not the most patient person, the game wouldn’t hit MLB.TV for at least an hour and I thought I had already done pretty well by not trying to watch the game at all.
All of a sudden not only my neck & head hurt but I’m left to crawl on my hands and knees blindly searching the corners of the other side of my bedroom for my eyeballs after I saw this:
Washington 3, N.Y. Yankees 0 at
I read it again. And then again. It took me at least 4 times and a lot of blinking to understand that not only The F’N NATIONALS won AGAIN, but THE F’N YANKEES didn’t score AT ALL.
This is officially a very SH*TY day.
After I calmed down, I went to MLB.com to see what ELSE happened in the incredibly cruel world of MLB when I spotted the headline:
Gardner carted off field after hitting outfield wall
Oh my GOD. I hope he’s ok. Now I’m not so mad. I hope he’s ok.
Then I saw Sports Center, I saw all of the nothingness that was in the stands and on the field. Urgh. Gag. Oh, and I also saw Gardner sitting up and talking, seemingly just fine-being carted off of the field. Yeah, he hit the wall pretty hard, and bonked his head whiplash style…I suppose it could have been bad. But lets face it, they were suckin’ it way before he hit the wall and-didn’t he catch that ball anyway? Hmmmph.
Oh, and THEN…I see this lovely little article:
Sox proving they are East’s best
Boston shows mettle by winning nine of 12 vs. top teams
PHILADELPHIA — The Evil Empire has been inhaling strong fumes from Red Sox Nation exhausts for a week now. That’s how long it’s been since Boston knocked the Yankees out of first place in American League East during an impressive three-game sweep.
In fact, the Red Sox have taken all eight games from the “Empire” this season. That’s a bad omen for the Yankees, who paid heavily during the offseason with the sole purpose of returning to the top perch in the division their goal.
Anything short of playing postseason baseball in the luxurious new $1.5 billion House That George Built will make 2009 an utter failure.
But when you’re in the heavy traffic of the American League East and not on the front end, the air gets a little heavy following the leader.
F’N F YOU A**HOLE! F YOU!
I couldn’t read more than that. But if you want to, here’s the article. STUPID ARTICLE BY Hal Bodley
What’s funny is that he wrote this article 3 days ago. BEFORE we lost the series to THE NATIONALS. Oh, I can’t wait to see what comes out now. GOD!
Can ya tell-I’m a little pissed? God how today SUCKED.
I watched today’s game. The Yankees lost today’s game. To The Nationals. I suppose, thankfully-that no one can say that The Nationals played as they have been-which hasn’t been good. So, they played well…Then again, Wong pitched and for a little bit there I thought he would do what needed to be done. But, he did what he has been doing…Handing it over. And then, unfortunately-our offense couldn’t produce. Close, but no cigar.
I won’t watch tomorrow’s game. Even if I wasn’t having an MRA done at the same time the game starts-I still wouldn’t watch. Yankees will win tomorrow. Just wait and see.
I’m not crazy. I’m not even stupid. I’m a completely rational person. So are most people who love Baseball and who PLAY Baseball…But there’s something intertwined with Baseball that’s not new.
do I love baseball? For lots of reasons. Lets get the obvious out of
the way first. When it comes to Major League sports, I have no doubt
that there is not a better group of good looking men. The players are
HOT. Posting pictures of every good looking man in baseball would take
me hours…So, I’ll just concentrate on my boys, The Yankees.
is just one endless parade of eye candy. But it isn’t a hard and fast
rule. It isn’t as though it’s a prerequisite. (Is it?) No, of course
not. There are exceptions. But even if a player isn’t particularly good
looking, MOST baseball players have great bodies. I’m thinkin’ butts,
legs, arms. But, as I write this I am trying very hard to put Tim
Wakefield’s beer belly out of my head.
ICK. I had to look at it WAY too much the other night when he pitched
his stupid knuckle ball to my precious Yankees and they lost to The Red
Sox for a second time in a row and for seven straight. And now I’m
trying to put that very vivid memory out of my head. Oh, the horror.
Oh the pregnant-like waddle. Oh God, I think I’m gonna puke.
I’m back. Nasty, nasty taste lingering in my mouth. But that’s mostly
from all of the losses to the Red Sox, compounded by the fact that one
of them was dealt to us by Mr. Prego Red Sox. Urgh.
boys in baseball are hot, have great bodies & unfortunately-there
are exceptions. Lets not go there anymore than I already have. No need
to linger in the unpleasantness.
have legitimate reasons to love baseball-its not all about T&A or
in this case A&B (Arms & Butts). I love baseball because of the
The crack of the ball hitting the bat just so-and you know that it’ll be a home run.
The duel between hitter and pitcher. The manager’s pulling the strings from their respective dugouts.
I even love the anxiety when the opposing team have 1st, 2nd & 3rd
taken with only 1 or 0 outs. Will he get out of it? Will there be a
grounder, a double play? Will there be a pop up and a throw to home?
Will he hit it through the middle? Will there (GASP!) be a Grand Slam?
insane run-downs on the balls hit into the outfield, obviously with
(when they’re good) no care for their own health and safety. Web Gem’s
The crouched Catcher. Sorry, can’t help it.
The excitement of The Yanks on all the bases, the question of how many are we going to score, not IF we are.
love knowing the strike zone and knowing when the umpire is off-it
doesn’t matter if we’re batting or pitching. I know-that’s the point.
But, I do express my gratitude or absolute disgust if the wrongness
doesn’t go our way.
infielders dive or jump to grab a ball from reaching the outfield. Or
catch the all important pop-up in the bottom of the 9th. (Luis
Castillo). Web Gems rule. What a GEM!
- And I even like it when for one reason or another-the benches clear. What!?! I can’t help it. Someone snaps and the sh*t hits the fan and BAM! Men everywhere! No, I don’t like it when things get physical. I don’t want anyone getting hurt or suspended. It’s just fun to see them almost get there. Warning’s to both benches. The ante goes up and immediately the game just got a whole lot better. Hee, hee, hee.
makes me think of Manger’s getting into the faces of the Umpire’s. Angry,
nasty verbal assaults. I wish I could hear-even though I can read lips
rather well-it isn’t the same.
I know…I can’t help being the perfect woman. (Yeah Right!) Now, all I need is the
perfect man. (Yeah, Right!) But, until then I have an entire league of them doing what
I love to see…