Poured a bowl of Cocoa Puffs for breakfast, and then bitched about how there was something off about it, doubled checked the expiration date, and since it's not April of 2006 (HA), I declared it needed more sugar. My dad: "Awww. Is your cereal not sweet enough for you? Everything's gonna taste wrong today. 'cause your Yankees lost
. Good thing they left Mussina in California, just in case."
And then I stabbed my father in the face. (Okay, not really. And it wasn't because of the Yankees. I suspect I got a mispackaged label of Cocoa Puffs, cause I know they make that other, crappy kind, that has 75% less sugar or something ridiculous like that.)
As for last night, you know, I had a feeling. All the talking heads had been picking Mussina over Colon all day. When Colon went down on the mound, grimacing, and Erstad put his arm on his shoulder, and they called for the rookie, I had a feeling. Baseball is such a sport for stories, and how could you not see the story developing? Colon tries to gut it out, he wanted so badly to be able to do this for his team, and he cannot. So they call on the kid on short notice, and Santana holds off the Yankees and the Angels advance. For such an unpredictable sport, sometimes these games feel damn near scripted :-P
I am, as I always get this time of year, a little torn. Part of me feels badly for Moose, five years into a six year contract, and not a ring to his name, and damn it, wasn't that why he left us?
And then there's the other part of me, who finds that hilarious, and really, that's exactly what you get, abandoning a city that worships you, for New York, a team we agreed we hated, and the Bronx, and remember, you always said the only thing good about the Bronx is that Bugs Bunny cartoon they show before each game, remember that? You will never win a ring there, and they haven't won since you signed with them, and you know what the kids call that, Michael Cole? It's called KARMA.
So, while I kinda want to mock him with my monkeypants, he's still my boy enough that I don't dare check the NY sports pages today, which are no doubt filled with copy about Mussina not showing up when they needed him. Though they should be filled with copy on BUBBA CROSBY AND HOW MUCH HE BLOWS, and really, my boy wouldn't have even been in this situation if a certain "gold glove third baseman" knew how to field routine pop-ups, because this series wouldn't have had to go to 5. So, suck, suck, suck. And in conclusion, step off Moose, NY writers, that whole team failed to get it done, and he's been fighting that elbow since last year.
But I digress:
Back to the 'burg later today. Joy. On the plus side, someone just PM'd me about a bottle of Hamadryad. Yay!ETA: [Bad username or site: sensefille / @ livejournal.com]
, I know you guys expect better, but really, you've got to be proud of how they battled this year, no? There was a point there were you guys were literally pulling rabbits out of hats to plug into your rotation, and there were holes all over your field, and to just now be calling your season over is a bit remarkable, I think. Steinbrenner's gloom and doom pronouncements to the contrary aside.