My 9-year old son and I went to Trenton this eveing to attend Game 2 of the Eastern League Eastern Division finals. (And, we had a great time.)
When the game was over, and we got to our car in the parking lot, the Yankees game was just entering the bottom of the 7th inning, with New York trailing Boston, by a score of seven to two.
I thought: “Oh, why not, I’ll leave the game on, just for the heckuva it, at this point.”
And, boy, what a ride I had from Trenton up until the time I was passing Red Bank (NJ). The Yankees plated six runners to take the lead, after seven, eight to seven.
I was so excited, by the time I eventually got near my exit on the Garden State Parkway, I almost drove past it (and missed it).
When I got home, the game was entering the 9th inning – with the Yankees still in the lead.
I was really starting to think this was the game of the year for the Yankees. Seriously, this would be the one that we would point to, come October.
Then, once I was home, the top of the ninth happened. And, then came the top of the tenth.
Game over. Yankees lose. Thuuuuuu-uh, Yan-kees, lose.
I should have kept driving and never left the car.
Well, at least I got one thing right. Yeah, we’ll be pointing back at this one come October…