YANKEES!

Game 1:

Yankees, I say. What the hell is going on here? What’s a brother got to do to get a freaking win?

6 in a row. 6 games we should have won, and somehow at the end of each, we eat ashes instead of drinking from the cup.

I take it back. I don’t want to know. I’m sure it will involve candles and a goat.

Meche gets shelled in the 1st. Not your average, everyday shelling. Oh, no.

He’s got the lead. The freaking lead. Then he comes out, takes the mound.

He strikes out the Captain. No great feat, but a good start to the game. Then Bernie Williams, wobbling up to the
plate with his bat-cane, blisters a shot into the outfield grass. Then A-rod shoots one into left field, which somehow drops right in front of Raul Ibanez.

It just freaking drops. He looked like a 12 year old, scrabbling for the ball. Pay-Rod takes 2nd, with Bernie on 3rd.

Then Meche walks 4 in a row.

4 in a row.

Ron Villone warms up for his emergency start, and goes a strong 3 innings.

While he was pitching, the Mariners were hitting the cover off the ball.

Then he falls apart too, and the 2/3 remaining on his line. Two errors, and then he walks in a run.

Ouch.

Then Mateo comes in,in “relief” and gives up three himself

9 to 5. In a game where the Mariners played almost perfect baseball in the visiting frames.

I have fear. I also have no reason to carry my cable subscription past this month. I don’t want to watch this anymore.