Monday, April 27, 2009
Comeback win, starting with a game tying home run in the bottom of the 9th: check
Walk off home run: check
Overcoming a 6 run deficit after 4 innings: check
Scoring 25 runs over a three game series: check
Steal home: check
The only thing left for Boston to do is collectively screw their wives, pour acid in their eyes, and kill all of their dogs with a shovel, because everything else demoralizing and humiliating was already accomplished.
The Yankees performance this weekend was fucking pitiful. I felt like I was watching someone punch my mom in the face over and over again. Joe Girardi was continually overmatched, and showed he is in no way ready to compete, let alone compete for a playoff spot. Each time the Yankees had a leg up on the Sox, Boston laid out a perfectly executed chop-block to take said leg out. The games may have seemed close, but they weren't. I had more fun watching the lady-friend run a half-marathon while the sun baked my Southern Irish skin in the 5,000 degree sun in Central Park surrounded by sweaty Euro-trash. The Yankees bullpen is as reliable as a recovering drug addict on vacation alone in Thailand.
And something needs to be done fast to fix this problem (a trade, perhaps?), because my fucking heart cannot take this shit anymore, and I'm not even 30 yet! Please, go out and get some bullpen help. I don't know what it's going to take for the Yankees to realize that Jose Veras, Damaso Marte, and Edwar Ramirez are not the answer. A blown 15 run lead? A blown 17 run lead? JUST GO OUT AND TRADE FOR SOMEONE BEFORE I HAVE A HEART ATTACK!