A Death Sentence?
Bye Bye, 1st Place
I had a bad feeling about last night’s game before it started. But when Mark Teixeira hit his MONSTER 2-run home run in the first, I was beginning to think otherwise.
I should have known better, considering the funk the offense has been in lately. You would think that getting on the board right away is a good thing. But the last few times the Yankees scored in the first inning, they LOST! Miserably. And last night was no different. I think 1st inning home runs are a death sentence for the Yanks.
Once the Blue Jays went ahead in the 4th, I became too disgusted to watch. I knew where this game was going: The Blue Jays would keep scoring, and their runs would be unanswered by the Yankees.
My Dad, whose TV remote-takeovers usually drive me up a wall, failed to disrupt me. He flipped the channel down to TCM to watch The Magnificent Seven, which is the typical thing that would make me go insane and scream at him to put the game back: It’s an old movie, and a western nonetheless, that I have no interest in whatsoever. And there are no handsome young men in it. For me, it’s boring.
But no. Last night was different. And I think my Dad was surprised that I didn’t put up a fight about changing it back to the game. Instead, I sat there in despair, just thinking about what was wrong with my Yankees. And I was thinking about how those pesky Rays were probably winning. Again, I was right.
Every once in awhile, when my Dad thought something funny happened in the movie, he would laugh, and then look over at me to see if I laughed too. He didn’t know I wasn’t watching, but how would he? I looked like I was watching. I was sitting there staring at the screen while a bunch of cowboys did their thing. But my mind was in another place. I was too upset to even be angry. I was more sad than mad this time. I didn’t even throw my shoe like I usually do when the Yankees play badly. No. I just sat there, wondering how this could happen to my sweet Yankees.
I didn’t want to make my Dad feel bad, so when he laughed I smiled, even though I didn’t know what was funny.
The Yankees need to start playing better, because this is getting unhealthy for me. I was actually IN the room while my Dad watched a western. Something is seriously wrong with me, and I don’t like it. And these nightmarish thoughts of the Rays, the RAYS, in first place, above my Yankees…I don’t even know what to say. That ugly uppity Upton (lol! an alliteration!) and those guys above my Yankees…yucky.
I can’t help it, but I’m panicking. Should I be panicking? I mean, it’s their first 3-game losing streak since June 16-18. 3 games is the longest losing streak they have had all year. That’s not that bad, right? They are bound to break out of is sooner or later (preferably sooner).
Who am I kidding? Of COURSE they will get hot again. They have to. The team is too good to stay stinky for long. They have to win. They have a Championship to defend. It’s a long season…and although we all like to think our teams are invincible, they are not. Slumps and stinky streaks happen – sometimes so badly that you don’t even recognize your team anymore. But when it’s all said and done, I think I know where my Yankees will be…