Daily Archives: October 7, 2006

The Tigers handled the suddenly hapless Bronx Bombers with ease today, pounding New York 8-3 and ending the Yankees’ season. Jeremy Bonderman pitched well, while Jaret Wright made an early exit (he gave up two dingers in the second inning). The offense was completely flat. Jeter had a hit and Posada hit a late home run, but Alex Rodriguez, dropped to eighth in the order today, was horrid, and Gary Sheffield and Robinson Cano were not far behind. The end came swiftly and without mercy for the $200 million Yankees. They are sure to get decimated by the press in the coming days and weeks. Rodriguez may get so much abuse that the Yankees may consider trading him.

This was nothing short of a stunning way for an entertaining season to end. The Tigers deserve a good measure of credit–their pitching was especially strong. But after Game One, the Yankees played tighter than a tick’s ass and they are left with the bitter taste of defeat to ponder for the next four plus months. Or as everyone’s favorite whipping boy put it:

“You kind of get tired of giving the other team credit,” third baseman Alex Rodriguez said after another terrible October. “At some point you’ve got to look in the mirror and say, ‘I sucked.”‘

This one stings right now. But keep coming back and we’ll commiserate together. Hey, you guys are the best.

The Yankees have their backs against the wall today and their season hangs in the balance. Will the hard-throwing Jeremy Bonderman make like his teammate, The Gambler, and pitch the game of his life today? Is there any way that Jaret Wright can come through for the Bombers?

Talk about tight spots, dig my situation. I’m in Vermont for Emily’s sister’s wedding (she was married in Mexico last spring, this is the U.S. celebration). The ceremony isn’t until tomorrow but there is a family barbeque today. Guess what time it starts? 5:00, smack dab in the middle of the biggest game of the year for the Yanks.

My first thought when I learned the Saturday schedule was to tape the game and watch it later in the evening. But that’s when I thought the Yanks would win on Friday. Even if I prevent the other Yankee fans from watching it on the TV here, they’ve got cell phones, and scores will be floating around the party for sure. What to do? How to be a dutiful fiancee and make small talk when I’m sure to be distracted? Can you feel my pain?

I’ll just have to find a way to suck it up, just like the Yanks. I know I’ll be able to do it and I know they will too.

Go git ’em, boys.

Let’s Go Yan-Kees!