The wife and I sat in your box seats last night and we thought of you. Before the first pitch, she turns to me and goes, “There’s no other place in the world I’d rather be right now–at the ballgame, with a hot dog and my honey.” Bro, how lucky am I? I’d like to think Marsha told you the same thing when you guys were at the game too.
Sitting to our left were two older women who live near where you grew up in Syracuse, New York. They were in town for the game, decked-out in Yankee gear–shirts, jackets, and hats. They wore Yankee bracelets on their wrists, and brought their own popcorn.
Your boy AJ Burnett pitched and he stunk up the jernt. After the game, Posada blamed himself saying that the two of them couldn’t get on the same page. AJ couldn’t control his breaking ball, walked a bunch of guys, gave up a couple of dingers–including one that was worth watching from Ryan Howard. The last straw came when he didn’t cover first base on a ground ball to Teixeira–it’s hard to believe you left us before you could watch Tex play first for the Yanks.
I gave him a big boo as he walked off the field. I know he’s your boy and all, but his effort was doo doo. Emily felt bad for him. “I’m sure he didn’t want to mess up,” she said (that’s what she says anytime one of our guys screws the pooch).
Meanwhile, you would have appreciated Jamie Moyer working the corners and shutting the Yanks down. He gave up two solo dingers–the first was an absolute bomb, deep into the right center field bleachers by Robbie Cano. Otherwise, the Old Man was beautiful.
Dude, I had to check myself from being a complete snob during the game. At one point, there were four guys sitting in the row in front of us texting instead of watching the game. One couple arrived late and then spent the entire game looking into their phones texting with friends. Why even bother coming? Then, two drunk girls arrived in the fourth inning and sat to my right. The one sitting next to me introduced herself and then asked if I’d tak their picture. Bro, I was so cold. “Yeah, when the inning is over,” I said.
She got someone else to take their picture.
I didn’t think about you much for awhile but then in the ninth inning, your other boy, Alex Rodriguez, had a two-out RBI base double, making the score, 6-3. One batter later, the Yanks brought the tying run to the plate and the crowd got loud. Rain drops started to fall and I thought of you, wished that you were there, felt that you were there. They had a chance. We clapped our hands until they hurt. Lidge struck Posada out to end the game and Sinatra started to sing. We said goodbye to the old ladies and we hugged and I took in the moment to be thankful for what I’ve got.
The Yanks’ll get ‘em tonight.
You da man.