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New York Minute (Don’t Cry, Dry Your Eye)

And So. We didn’t sleep well, ok.  And yeah, we’ve got all day to wait before greeting Mr. Burnett tonight. Fine. At least we’ve got a game to watch. And anything can happen.

[Photo Credit: Martin Fuchs and Joel Zimmer]


1 rbj   ~  Oct 4, 2011 10:20 am

Yup. And Porcello ain't so hot, neither. Still, these late nights are taking a toll on me.

2 Alex Belth   ~  Oct 4, 2011 10:22 am

1) Me three. Dragging. But not complaining. Let's GO BANTER!

3 Greg G   ~  Oct 4, 2011 11:20 am

I had a market research gig last night and had to Tivo the game. I almost caught up with the live feed, and I feel better when I am watching it live, like my cheering my be heard from thousands of miles away.

Big spot for Jeter and I thought he would come through and make Valverde eat his words. That Jackoff has now ended the game on Cano and Capt. Clutch.

This has been tough watching Arod followed by Tex in the middle of the order. At least Arod got a walk and a gift RBI last night, but Tex looks like crap.

Maybe AJ can channel his inner 2009, and get a whip cream pie in the face himself tonight.


4 RIYank   ~  Oct 4, 2011 12:15 pm

[3] I know, watching a DVR-ed game sucks, because hey, it's over, there's nothing I can do about this! Funny how the pleasure of watching a baseball game turns on such weird, irrational things.

5 RagingTartabull   ~  Oct 4, 2011 12:20 pm

tonight I will watch fellow Seton Hall Prep alums Rick Porcello and Tom Verducci on my television and wonder where I went wrong in life.

And then I will watch Ricky get knocked out in the 3rd. A world of pain Ricky, a world of pain.

6 Greg G   ~  Oct 4, 2011 12:54 pm

(4) I like that I can skip commercials, but a lot of the tension is taken out of the game, which is good and bad. It feels good to watch a loss in 1.5 hours, but savoring the victory is not as sweet unless it is "real time."

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