Always good to win a “bad feeling” game.
What “bad feeling”? Hey, you never watched/listened to a Yankees game and had a “bad feeling” during the contest?
I had two during this one.
When Jose Reyes hit his second homer in the game, in just the third inning, I thought to myself: “Oh, crap. They’re going to lose this game and Jose Reyes is going to end up hitting three homeruns in the game – or something worse.” That was “bad feeling” # 1 today.
Man, I cannot stand Jose Reyes. I hate the way he celebrates on the field like a wannabe back-up dancer from a Saint Tropez night club. I hate the way he wears his uniform with his shirt hanging out. I hate his Milli Vanilli dread-hair and accompanying Mets Doo-Rag. If he played for the Yankees…I’d puke. Really, if the Yankees ever had a player who went about his baseball business like Jose Reyes, I would vomit. So, the thought of the Yankees losing to the Mets, and Reyes having a “legendary” day in the process…well…let’s just say: Ugh.
And, for a second, after that third inning homer, it looked like Phil Hughes was going to lose it…walking Pagan. But, give Phil credit, he pulled it all back together and had a solid game.
“Bad feeling” # 2 came in the eighth inning. Yanks nursing a two-run lead and here comes Joba Chamberlain. I thought “Oh, lovely, this is not going to be good.” But, much to my surprise, he got through the frame without allowing any runs. Whew.
Finally, Mo Rivera for the save. At this point, I was out of the house and driving over the Mantoloking Bridge listening to the game on the radio. And, John Sterling and Suzyn Waldman were talking about how long it’s been since we’ve seen Mariano. But, no “bad feelings” here. Mo is Mo. Mo was Mo. And, the game was in the bag.
Yankees win. The-uh-uh-uh-uh Yan-keys win! Ah, that’s nice.
I still don’t think they’re out of the woods yet with their offensive struggles…but…for one day…just take the “W” and be happy with that.