• Hey, Maybe, You Never Know…Not

    Posted by on September 7th, 2013 · Comments (5)

    I was at the Yankees game today. And, yes, I stayed for all nine innings.


    I kept saying to myself: Hey, maybe, you never know…

    But, it didn’t happen.

    Sort of the story of this season, right?

    Comments on Hey, Maybe, You Never Know…Not

    1. Corey
      September 7th, 2013 | 8:52 pm

      This team has no business playing meaningful baseball right now. Best to enjoy it and not get mad.

    2. September 7th, 2013 | 10:05 pm

      @ Corey:
      Yup. The first five innings were numbing today. But, it was hard to get upset…since the score reflected the level of play. Seriously, biggest game of the year and who were the Yankees first three pitchers in this game?

      Then, of course, came the CT of a possible comeback. But, it fell short.

      So, I got to hang out with my daughter in the Bronx from noon until 4:40 PM. We made small talk, joked around, etc. I’ve had worse afternoons – that’s for sure.

    3. Evan3457
      September 8th, 2013 | 2:31 am

      Kudos to you for going. And even more for staying.

    4. redbug
      September 8th, 2013 | 6:27 am

      Given all the injuries, Arod drama, etc, it’s amazing they actually made things interesting. Well, and that Tampa has forgotten how to win the last couple of weeks too.

    5. September 8th, 2013 | 8:39 am

      Evan3457 wrote:

      Kudos to you for going. And even more for staying.

      LOL, hey, I wasn’t going to punt $160 in tickets and a promise made to my 11-year old daughter that I was going to take her to a game!

      FWIW, when it was 12-3 after five, I told my daughter that we should go see the museum, since it’s been a while that she was there. The line to get in was very long! (It’s never that long, that late in a game. That’s a sign of a blowout and disinterested fans!) We were not going to waste time doing that. So, we grabbed some dip n dots and went back to our seats. We missed maybe 10 minutes of the game, doing that. So, we were in our seats from the first pitch, to the last, sans that one moment to get some ice cream. (And, of course, as soon as it happened, the Turkey Hill vendor FINALLY came down our section after working around us, like a vulture, for at least three innings.)

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