I had tickets for this game. But, I did the fiscally responsible thing and sold them to my friend’s friend, Elana.
I must have the magic touch this season. It seems like every time I have tickets, and cannot go, something big happens. There’s this game…and that June 7th game against the Royals…and that May 23rd game against the Mariners.
Then again, it’s probably good that I missed going to this one. I’m positive that I would have gone into cardiac arrest when Mark Teixeira hit that grand slam in the 8th inning to give the Angels the lead. Seriously, when things like that happen at the Stadium, and I’m there to see it, it’s time to start sizing me up for a body-bag.
The back and forth in this game was amazing.
The first four innings for the Yankees were terrible. At that point in time, it looked like men against boys, or, champs against chumps, with the Yankees being on the short end.
However, when the Yankees came back in the game, and went ahead in the seventh, all I could think about was what this potential “win” was telling us – in the big picture. Sure, the Angels beat the Yankees on Thursday. But, the Yankees beat the Angels on Saturday. And, Friday’s game was close. Winning this game…well…it was a sign that the Yankees could hold their own against the best team in baseball…when you looked at this whole series. And, that’s really saying something.
However, then came the top of the eighth inning.
I started watching this game on YES. In the top of the sixth, I switched to the radio – in my car – by myself. And, then, later, I was among family (pool-side) – still listening on the radio – during the top of the eighth (just as the Angels started to rally).
When Teixeira took Ramirez over the wall, all I could do was mouth the words “Oh, f*ck me!” (since my kids were within earshot). Actually, I think I mouthed it a few times.
What a relief that the Yankees came back in the bottom of the eighth…scoring five runs against Scot Shields and one more against Darren Oliver.
The Angels really booted that inning – and the whole game, in fact. On the day, they allowed the Yankees to score nine unearned runs.
So, in the end, everything that I was thinking during the bottom of the seventh still applied.
Yes, there were nine unearned runs here. But, New York could have thrown in the towel after four innings – and again after the top of the eighth. But, that didn’t happen. There’s no way that the Yankees can feel anything but great after a game like this one.
It should be a fun flight to Texas this evening – for sure. And, the Yankees should enjoy it…as they “earned” it…unearned runs or not.