So yesterday I said that since I was FINALLY off from work, that I was going to watch the Yankee games in their entirety and relish every single last pitch like it was the last pitch I'd ever see.
I did indeed do this yesterday.
Oh, except for one pitch. Well, one AB really.
I'm not kidding.
I went to D's after work to see my friends that probably had assumed I'd been deposited in the East River months ago, and they all lambasted me for looking like the dead and half dozing off in my pasta and butter (ordered off the Kids Menu).
But I was out. I was watching the game, no matter in what capacity. In a social, recreational environment.
Then I had to go to the bathroom, and I turned to my friend Mike: "I gotta start walking to the bathroom now because I'm in heels, which adds about 15 minutes to my door to door travel time." (I'm exaggerating, but not by much, which you'd understand if you ever saw me walk in heels.)
Mike: "Ugh, Pena's up. Trouble."
CYC: "No way, this guy's a fantasy nightmare. He'll pop up."
Mike: "Or go deep."
Barely even entertained the idea that Mike would be right, because, hey this was MY day, my day of enjoying baseball again, of not worrying about anything.
I'm washing my hands and am about to return to my bar stool when I hear a collective groan and general noise of disappointment.
I hate that, you don't know what happened exactly, but you know it's bad and you really don't even want to see what exactly the bar-goers are moaning about, but you have to.
Mike wasn't right, neither was I. Pena just got on base with a fielder's choice grounder, but it was the AB immediately thereafter that screwed up.
Matt Joyce? Hmpf. Didn't see that coming.
Didn't see it going either. HEY-OH!
No 600th homerun for Arod, though Swisher went yard, giving the Yanks their only runs of the game. I can't believe we lost that one.
We had it.
Hughes pitched well, my sister doesn't trust him at all, thinks he's so inconsistent, but I disagree. I mean, yeah he's inconsistent, but not really that badly. 'Sides, I don't have any frustrated feelings left in me. Justin Chamberlain has stolen all of 'em already.
Although, to his credit (sort of), he didn't do anything wrong this game.
I still wish the Yankees would have traded him though. But noooo, we protect him with our life, like he's a freaking heir to the W.B. Mason fortune or something.
Wouldn't be surprised, he's getting fatter by the day.
In actual game stats:
Hughes and Wade Davis had virtually identical line scores.
Hughes: 6 IP, 4 hits, 3 runs, 2 BBs, 1 HR, 6 Ks
Davis: 7 IP, 4 hits, 2 runs, 3 BBs, 1 HR, 6 Ks
It happens. You win some, you lose some. But this is a big series, and it's end of July, and I still haven't seen that spark I saw last year. But then again, I haven't seen much of any of the games, so maybe it's just me.