The day was filled with odd omens, whose entrails were getting harder to read as the day progressed. Naturally, as a free-flowing superstitious fan (one not overly superstitious, but one who reads into trends and chance occurrences more than is necessary, including today), I had my interpretive radar open to lots of stimuli, way too much as I passed between the game and a battery of errands that taxed my patience, compassion for fellow human beings, and eventually my peace of mind as the afternoon wore on.
I draped myself in my game t-shirt, a gray Yankees shirt that was a birthday present from my wife--which by the way is 10-1 for the Yankees, Aaron Small-like in its good tidings this year--and settled into the computer and chinwagged with Mike, lucky, level, and Vanessa from the aptly titled Flair for the Dramatic, some of the great regulars in the Heartland Digital Living Room before the start of the game--extra time since the start of the game was delayed for about an hour and a half. Frustratingly, when I opened the media player to listen to the game, I kept receiving an error message saying that there was an error through Mozilla Firefox preventing my listening to the game. Thankfully, I could circumvent the issue by opening Internet Explorer and listening to the game that way, while using Firefox for my other web browsing and HDLR chatter, but at the price of computer speed. Early in the game, soon after the Yankees took a 1-0 lead but started to squander boat loads of scoring opportunities, I had to split for trip number one to bring my wife and the kids she cares for to her workplace to pick up her work vehicle, then return home and get GLG ready for her big sleepover. This allowed me some extra time to listen to Sterling and hang in the HDLR, but I started to get the feeling that I was a bane for the Yanks' chances today, with my listening seemingly coinciding with the Yankees' struggles. A case in point--Hughes's collapse into inefficiency in the fourth, just past my return to the HDLR, in which his pitch count ballooned from 45 to 80, and he allowed the Jays three two-out runs via the Jays' particularly weak bottom of the order. Rios led off with a double, Hughes whiffed Thomas on a fastball up and in, Hill singled, first and third one out, Russ Adams the Boston slayer popped out to Jeter, two down and hopes up for Hughes's escape. Not to be, as Adam Lind (batting all of .229 at the time of this at-bat) hit a 3-2 hanging curve for a ground-rule double down the left-field line, tie game. Hughes had him down 1-2, then missed two fastballs outside the zone before Lind's double. Curtis Thigpen (battling mightily with the cumbersome Mendoza line and holding rock steady at .200 at this point) battled back from down 0-2, worked it to 2-2, and blooped the ninth pitch of the at-bat to left to make it 3-1 Jays.
After Hughes worked a scoreless fifth, his final inning, the Yankees closed it to 3-2 in the fifth when Jeter struck out, Abreu
walked, A-Rod struck out, and Matsui tripled in Abreu, 3-2. Posada
walked, but Giambi struck out to end the threat. At this point, I had to take GLG to her sleepover, where I encountered one of the most egregious examples of rudeness I've ever witnessed on the road. Traveling east on a four-lane road where the speed limit is 35, I was in the passing lane doing about 40, with a car beside me on my right--clearly keeping a good pace. Lo and behold, a woman (for the sake of accuracy, with nary an intent of connecting her poor driving and worse behavior with her gender) came barreling up behind me doing about 50-55, and passed me in the middle turning lane with oncoming cars seeking to use it for its intended purpose--turning. After honking the horn at her to alert he to her brazenly dangerous and stupid driving, she proceeded to give me the finger, then play the slow-down-and-speed-up game immediately in front of me. After muttering vile threats under my breath should I ever see her again, I delivered GLG to her party and had a good confab with her friend's mother, then returned home to find the Yankees up 6-3 after scoring four two-out runs in the bottom of the sixth. Cano grounded out on the first pitch (surprise), Mientkiewicz walked, Melky grounded out to the pitcher, Jeter singled to make it first and third, Abreu walked to load the bases, and MVP A-Rod doubled to right to score Mientkiewicz and Jeter, 4-3 Yankees. Matsui then singled off lefty Scott Downs, 6-3 Yankees.
In I walk to screw things up. Jose Veras came in to relieve Ohlendorf, who pitched well to end the sixth, and Veras was all over the place as he surrendered the lead. He gave up a lead-off double to sub-Mendoza player Ray Olmedo, walked Reed Johnson, came back from 3-1 to whiff Stairs with 95-mph high heat, threw a wild pitch to Rios to move the runners to second and third but fanned Rios on a fastball, two down, and again, hopes up of getting out of the self-inflicted jam to preserve the three-run lead. Yeah, right. A passed ball by Jorge allowed Olmedo to score, 6-4 Yanks, and after having Griffin--a recent call-up--down 0-2, Veras walked him to load the bases by failing to locate his off-speed pitches while eschewing his very good fastball. Hill then singled, 6-5 Yankees. Enter Edwar, who promptly gave up a double to Adams, 7-6 Jays, the lead gone, and my feeling growing that as a fan, I brought the Yankees less than nothing today. At this point, I again had to split to meet my wife and the kids she cares for for dinner, before heading out to a big show they were in at the local University. I missed Lind's single to make it 8-6.
Naturally, I missed the Yankees' comeback in the bottom of the seventh as well. Giambi flew out, Cano worked a four-pitch walk, Mientkiewicz hit a ground-rule double to left, and Torre wisely pinch-ran for Mientkiewicz, inserting the faster Sardinha. This paid off big, when Melky's single scored them both to tie the game at 8. Jeter's ground-out to first moved Melky to second, Abreu worked a terrific walk, and the MVP A-Rod singled in Melky, 9-8 Yankees. I heard about this turn of events on my way to meet my wife and, after destroying a hearty slab of my wife's incomparable homemade chicken pot pie, found the remote and ESPN on the satellite of my wife's boss's house to check the ticker, only to find out that the Jays had scored three in the top of the eighth to make it 11-9 Jays, off Nuke no less. (I'll say this about Nuke--at least he got in there and tried despite his sore shoulder, but bad is bad is bad, and after having five good weeks, Nuke has returned to being Nuke. I really can't help but think two things--there's no way that Nuke should be on the post-season roster, and there's very likely no way that Torre and Cashman will leave him off the post-season roster. Ugh.) In a startling replay of the seventh, Olmedo the world-beater singled, Johnson walked, Stairs lined out to Betemit in at first, Rios singled in Olmedo, 9-9, Zaun pinch-hit for Griffin and singled in Johnson, 10-9 Jays. Britton entered and got Hill to fly out to right, two outs. Kei Igawa (yes, Kei Igawa) then came on and naturally allowed Luna a single to make it 11-9 Jays. After seeing the 11-9 score, I fully expected karmic helicopters to follow the vehicle on the way to the performance at the University, ala Henry Hill in "Goodfellas," ending with my night-time arrest in a driveway. All I could think was that losing this game, and burning out the B side of the bullpen as well as the A side last night, would be a real body blow to the team's morale and downright ability to cobble a plan of bullpen succession the rest of the series, which was beginning to look in dire straits. I had it tuned to ESPN 1000 on the way to the University, and was immensely buoyed by the update saying that the Yankees had tied it at 11 in the eighth with two two-out runs. As I heard the tell-tale update ditty air, I closed my eyes and crossed my fingers--really a reflex rather than any kind of superstitious habit--and finally breathed when the score was announced. When I opened my eyes, my wife, who was driving, had her hand up for a high-five, which I could give with renewed faith that the Yankees would pull this one out, would not lose two cliff-hangers in a row. Jorge singled, Giambi flew out, Cano worked another walk, Betemit grounded out to first but advanced the runners to second and third, and Melky singled them in to tie it, but Melky overran the bag too far and was caught off for the third out. But they tied it, and I was getting antsy for a TV or my computer. Yet I knew in my gut to stay away for a while, to let this play out, for I felt that I brought the Yankees only misery--at the very least that my listening coincided with Yankee struggles, and neither they nor I could afford that. I benched myself, and it was the right move.
The last I heard before heading into the performing arts center was that they went into extras. I felt that this was a distinct advantage, that the Yankees would find a way to win this. We dropped off the kids my wife watches, went for a walk around campus on a beautiful night--warm but not hot and with a nice breeze--then came back in for some cheesecake, a brownie for the little guy, and a coke and an Internet connection for me via the cell phone. I gave the Yankees a good 45 minutes before checking the score, and fully expected it to be over in the Yankees' favor when I checked it. I felt relief as much as joy to read the following:
"Blue Jays 11
Yankees 12 F"
After Melky preserved the tie in the top of the tenth by starting a good relay to Cano than nabbed Stairs at the plate, Jorge hit a ground-rule double off Josh Towers, the p!$$-pot, bean-balling loud-mouth Josh Towers, to start the inning. Damon pinch-ran for him. Giambi got an IBB, Cano's fly out sent Damon to third, Betemit struck out, two down, and Melky won it with a single to center, Blue Jays 11, Yankees 12 F.
The Yankees got great hitting today and needed all of it. Not the least of which, the top six of the Yankees' order was ridiculous, and won it for them. Melky the Clutch, Jeter, Abreu, A-Rod, Matsui, and Posada combined to go 15-32, with 7 runs, 12 RBIs, and 5 walks, just amazing. Melky broke out of his slump in a big way. In addition to the game-saving play in the 10th, he was 3-7 with a career-high 5 RBIs, giving him a terrific 70 on the year. Jeter was 2-6 with a run, Abreu was 0-3 but walked three times and scored twice giving him 114 runs for the year. A-Rod the MVP was magnificent, snapping out of his own slump by going 4-5 with 2 runs, 3 RBIs, a walk and two doubles. A-Rod now has 146 RBIs, really amazing, is batting .313, and carried the Yankees today with others with his clutch hitting. Matsui is warming up again, going 3-6 with 3 RBIs, pushing his total for the year to 102, phenomenal for one of my favorite players, Hideki Matsui. Posada continues to amaze and build his own top-three MVP case, going 3-5 with a double, a run and an RBI, his 86th, and is batting a season-long, steadily excellent .337. He's literally been hot all year. Mientkiewicz continues to impress, going 2-2 with a double and a walk, and is up to a more respectable .257. He's been hot since getting back from his injury, and really has become the Yankees' first baseman. His glove is just too good to shelve, and his hitting like this is too good to sit. Doug, I'm sorry I busted on you earlier this year, overlooking your off-season back surgery. My bad. I've always had the utmost respect for your glove, but your bat is starting to win me over. Keep it up, kid. Though the team stranded a ******** fourteen runners, including six in scoring position, they had nine two-out RBIs--really the clutch outweighing the wastefulness.
The pitching was horrible, scarcely meriting further attention except to say this--Mariano is The Man, pitching a scoreless ninth to preserve the tie while striking out two. Also, the Yankees need to keep tinkering with some middle-relief help and Ross Ohlendorf deserves more of a look than he's received. I know Veras has some ability, and more experience than Ohlendorf, but Ohlendorf has been steadier since coming up than Veras, and he throws just as hard. He probably should have pitched the seventh instead of Veras, and I say that not in hindsight but rather because of the exhausted state of the pen. The need to use ten pitchers is an abomination, and while somewhat due to Torre's too-quick moves, mainly attributable to the failures of key people today. Too few succeeded, and while people can curse the 40-man roster in September, it saved both the Yankees today at the end, and saved most of the relievers who pitched Friday. Lastly, injury or no, enough of Nuke already. Enough.
Tomorrow, the Yankees send Mussina (10-10, 5.01 ERA) up against Dustin McGowan (11-9, 3.84 ERA), and hopefully the Yankees get both the good Mussina of late, and 6-7 quality innings him. They surely need it. With the Yankees' win and Detroit's loss to KC, the magic number for the Yankees to officially be playoff-bound is down to 3 with eight to go--overwhelming odds for the Yankees. Keep up the good hard work, guys, and keep winning games and series. The rest will take care of itself. Great show of heart and fortitude, refusing to lose a see-saw game that would have been devastating to drop. Instead, the Yankees pulled out one of the sloppiest, most thrilling wins of the year. Thanks to everyone in the Heartland Digital Living Room for holding down the fort while I was gone, and for thoroughly trashing the place in my absence. Who superglued the chicken wings to the ceiling in an interlocking "NY?" Very creative! Let's Go, Yankees!