Posted by Steve L.
on September 28th, 2006 · Comments (6)
That was close.
Needless to say, this was a game where you tried to keep yourself busy – in an attempt to ignore what was happening on the field. (Actually, to what was “not happening” – truth be told.)
I went to this one with my friend, Willy G.
How was it going for us? Well, during the game, poor Willy was getting text messages on his phone from his friend and his girl-friend – most along the lines of “Some game you got there.” That about summed it up.
Game score be damned, Willy and I chatted through the innings, waiting for that first Yankees hit. And, we also struck up a conversation with two guys who were sitting behind us – one from Clifton (NJ) and his game-mate from Queens (NY).
We four talked about the Yankees, the Mets, the Astros-Cardinals chase, the soggy pretzels at the Stadium, owning and splitting season tickets (since I do it and they do as well), the Yankees policy towards season ticket holders reselling their tickets, whether Giambi or Sheffield should play first, and some other stuff – waiting for that first Yankees hit. The fellas that we met even complimented/teased me for “almost not having” a Staten Island accent (after I shared with them where I grew-up).
Did I mention that we were all waiting for that first Yankees hit?
But, we were somewhat alone. Around 9:30 pm EST, I looked around the Stadium and saw many people leaving the park. I didn’t get it – why not wait, with us, for that first Yankees hit?
By the 9th inning, the Stadium was down to about 10,000 fans – like me and Willy, waiting for that first Yankees hit. And, then, just before it was almost too late, Robinson Cano delivered. And, the wait was over.
When I got back to my car, I turned on the post-game and John Sterling was recapping how the fans gave the O’s Daniel Cabrera a standing ovation just after he lost the no-hitter in appreciation for his effort. Huh? I don’t know about the other 10,000-something fans, but, I was cheering my butt off for Cano – and his sparing me a night without sleep and a life-long memory that was going to be very unpleasant.
One last thing – in the 9th, after Cano singled, Torre had Jeter in the on-deck circle, ready to bat for Giambi – just before Abreu banged into the DP to end the game. Considering the score, the standings, and the fact that the no-hitter was over, why bother with that? That was sort of interesting but also strange – much like this game on the whole.