Ahhh, it feels good to be back in the Bronx. (I say that as if I was the one traveling across the country to play in Anaheim, but it’s more like sympathy jetlag. It feels so good for the Yankees to be back.)
I may or may not have this same sunny disposition when I’m sitting in the left field bleachers in 3 hours, soaked to the bone, freezing, and packed like sardines in a hi-tech tin can, as we wait for the inevitable rain delay to run its course.
But patience isn’t one of my strong suits, so given the choice of sitting through monsoon and getting the game in today, or postponing Game 6 of the ALCS til lovely Sunday afternoon…well, I’d just like to finish off the Angels as soon as possible. Do your worst, nature.
UPDATE, 6:54PM: GAME CALLED, RESCHEDULED FOR SUNDAY NIGHT AT 8:20PM.
Well, uh, you got me this time, Nature. But I’ll be back, I’ll get you in the next round, Gadget!
Ok, well, a look at what’s going down tomorrow night:
After losing 2 of 3 in Anaheim, the Yankees return to the Bronx where they need to win 1 of 2 in order to advance to the final showdown with the Phillies, who have been patiently waiting for their AL competition to be determined.
And after getting all decked out in my rain-resistant best, hopped up on adrenaline et al, I find out the game’s cancelled.
Is there anything worse than sitting through rain delays? (“Stepping in dog shit,” deadpans my dad. Uh, touche.) Last Saturday, my buddy asserted that he’d be ok with sitting through a storm as long as he knew it was going to end in a walk-off win. Well, yeah, I’d be ok with sitting through the director’s cut of Sex and the City, a ballet, war, and 108 degree heat while wearing a wool turtleneck…if I knew it was going to end in a win.
Is is for the best? Probably. I mean, I have to now do laundry tonight, since I consider an article of clothing dirty the second it leaves the drawer, and I have to wear the same Good Luck Outfit tomorrow. The trials and tribulations of being an OCD freak during the playoffs.
Well here’s what the game was going to look like tonight (as it will tomorrow, only sans the miserable buckets pouring down on the field)…
The Yanks send postseason vet Andy Pettitte (14-8, 4.16) up to face Joe Saunders (16-7, 4.60). Once again, we’re all mired in do-or-die pitching tautologies. “If goes to Game 7, then Lackey pitches against CC, but if we win Game 7 then we’re CC-less for Wednesday…” etc etc.
These are immaterial and perhaps made sense in Games 1 and 2, but in the tail end of the second most important series of the year, we’re playing every game like there’s no tomorrow. (Actually, from the looks of the sky right now, there actually may not be a tomorrow. To quote from my mom, “Tsk..some poor girl is getting married today…” And some poor fiance is missing the game.)
I’ll be back tomorrow with more game insights before I head to the stadium, but for now, here’s a little Andy Pettitte music to soften the cruel blow of a baseball-less evening:
I remember all my life
Rainin’ down as cold as ice
Shadows of the ghosts,
An ace on a mound
Pitchin’ in the night
The night goes into
Extras, just another game
Other Yank fans feel the same,
Lookin’ in their eyes
I see a memory
We feel it coming
How happy you made me, oh Andy!
Well, you came and you pitched without walkin’
And you gave us the win, Oh Andy!
Well, you deal and you whiff without balking,
And I need you today. Oh, Andy!
I’m standing on the edge of clinch,
One more win, you’re gold in a pinch,
Caught up in a world of pennant chasing,
The title in our grasp
And nothin’ is rhyming, oh Andy!
Well, you pitched and you blanked all the batters,
When we gave you the nod, oh Andy!
And the postseason win record shattered,
And I need you today, oh Andy!
Last game’s all done,
We face the Game 6,
Cheering the close out,
The World Series is calling, oh Andy!
Well, you pitched and you came through as always,
And we knew you’d do so, oh Andy,
Well you pitched without ceasing to amaze,
And I need you today, oh Andy!
Read 2009 Baseball Throwdown coverage for the New York Yankees and Anaheim Angels.