Yankee Stadium At Large

Due to a series of unfortunate event, I was only able to watch the 1st through 4th innings of the game. Though, after reviewing the recap, it seems this is a good thing.

I turned the TV to channel 30, and I was aghast to see the Twins ahead, 2-1. However, it didn’t stay pleasant for long.

Not only was Slowey especially slow, he took his time dealing out plenty of easy scoring opportunities. Seeing Terry Ryan run to the mound in the 2nd was like nailing Jello to the wall. Evidently Slowey felt the same way. He managed to pitch, get this, all the way through part of the fourth inning.

Later in the 2nd inning, with 2 men on and the game tied, I decided to start ironing. When Cabrera hit a 3-run jack, I restrained from throwing the iron directly at the television. When I saw Ortiz in the bullpen, I was no longer full of anger towards the Hated Yankees. Rather, my poor little heart was full of sorrow. Fortunately, I was pleasantly surprised.

The Yankees defense turned from quick to slow-ey. The Yankees essentially obliterated their own defense. The Twins broke it open. Piranha action, you say? No, this was just good ball playing - a concept new to the Twins in the Bronx.

Igawa came in to pitch the 5th wearing his sunglasses and thinking, “I’m SO better than you. Score’s 5-2, and you think Slowey is a Major League pitcher!? Ha. Little did he know that pitching with your mouth hanging open never leads to good things. Igawa, if you think you’re big stuff, you’ve got a lot to learn.

The only good part of the game started out with Cirillo’s over-the-fence double, and ended with Cuddles’ pop out. In between consisted of a coaching visit to the mound, Nicky Boy walking (rather, running to 1st base), Baby B doubling (thanks to a dumb field play)… Only God knows what was happening in the field. But alas, the score somehow climbed to 5-5.

The rest of the game? Let’s not think about that. At least Little Nicky redeemed himself with his first hit in what, a thousand at bats?