Yanks Show Orioles Who’s Boss
I mean really: the Orioles? Who do they think they are anyway?
Last night’s win was a fun one, and it became even more perfect later on. This team of mine looks pretty good, and there is still so much that hasn’t clicked for them yet. It’s comforting to know that they can win even if everything isn’t perfect.
But last night was as perfect a game as I’ve seen in awhile. My throat still feels all scratchy from screaming so much. I just couldn’t contain myself.
Highlights…highlights…where to begin! For a 15-3 blowout, it was actually a very exciting game all the way through. CC Sabathia was perfect through 3.2 innings before allowing a 2-out single to Derrek Lee. It was the best game CC has pitched so far this year, and he finally has a “W” to show for it. Sabathia, who was feeling kind of flu-ish, pitched 8 innings and struck out 7. All of his pitches were working, and the only inning he struggled in was the 7th, where Adam Jones hit a 3-run homer.
Other than that, my sweet Chocolate Chip Hefty-Lefty C”Cy” Sabathia was solid.
Offensively, the Yankees jumped right out of the gate and never looked back. They scored three runs in the first, and Derek Jeter started things off with a single. I’m doing a debate on whether or not “Jeter is done.” I know he has been slumping but I don’t think it is time to give up on the guy. If anyone agrees, I’d appreciate your vote at http://fanvsfan.com/claims/jeter-is-done
So in the first, Mark Teixeira doubled. For some reason, the Orioles little second baseman, Robert Andino, decided to be obnoxious. Teixeira slid hard because, naturally, he wanted to make it safely. Well I guess Andino didn’t like the way he slid. He started to try and push him off the bag so he could tag him out. Well, my Mark didn’t let the little squirt push him around: he stood up, and glared down at the kid. They exchanged a few words, and I was afraid I was going to see a fight break out. I wasn’t worried about Mark doing it, but Andino. Luckily, nothing happened.
LOL someone’s cranky -^
Then A-Rod doubled in 2 runs and Cano drove in A-Rod with a single. 3-0. And Andino shut up.
The Yankees doubled their lead in the 6th, when my darling Russell Martin crushed a ball for a 3-run homer. I screamed.
“AWWW!!!!! OH MY GOD RUSSELL!!!!!!!!!”
Then my brother Bobby came in to see what all the commotion was,
“YEAH! He’s so cute!”
“You should be used to this by now,” he said.
“Ha, I know, I know…”
6-0 Yankees. The 7th is when CC allowed that 3-run shot to Jones, so then it was 6-3. But yeah…my boys weren’t worried.
The 7th inning was incredibly fun. Before that, although having screamed once, I felt fine. Maybe I went too far here…
Robinson Cano led off with a single, and then Jorge Posada hit a 2-run homer, followed by some more fangirl shrieks by me.
THEN RUSSELL MARTIN HIT ANOTHER HOME RUN. 414 FEET LONG.
That set me off once again.
“OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RUSSELL AGAAAAAAAAAIIINNNNN!!!!”
My brother just laughed.
“Sorry…sorry I know…I really shouldn’t be so surprised anymore.”
In the same inning, the Yankees re-loaded the bases for Alex Rodriguez. I knew he was going to do it. I said “Mmm…I smell home run.”
It was his 22nd career grand slam. A-Rod it such a beast, and he has been so for so long, so I wasn’t very surprised. 13-3 Yankees.
It seemed like the perfect game to watch. But in the 8th, things got ugly.
With 2 out and nobody on, Russell the Hustle and Muscle Martin stepped up to the plate. Reliever Josh Rupe was still in there for the O’s. Here’s me with the call:
“-GASP- OH NO! Oh God…THEY HIT HIM! MY RUSSELL! Jesus…right at his HEAD! Oh, where’d it get him…”
The replay showed that the ball hit Russell Martin right above the #55 on his back, directly below his neck. I think I was in more pain than he was. Omg he was so sexy. After getting hit, Martin turned around, glared right at the nobody-pitcher, and spit out of the side of his mouth. It doesn’t sound sexy the way I’m describing it – but trust me, it was.
Russell stayed calm, and made his way down to first, while his sweet teammates were livid in the dugout, and emotionally I was a mess. I knew it was intentional and so did everyone else. But you just don’t do that. That ball was dangerously close to his head. There’s up and in, then there is UP and IN. The later is not good baseball.
After the game, Martin said this, “Actually, I had a knot in my back and it kinda worked it out. So he actual
ly did me a favor by hitting it. So thank you, appreciate it” (Smiles at camera, walks away).
That smile really set me off. But back to that 8th inning…
So as I’m sitting there raging, heart pounding, wanted to either jump inside the screen and caress Russell Martin or just throw my shoe at it, Brett Gardner stepped up to the plate. “Oh great…Gardner,” I thought, but I was too out of breath to say anything.
To EVERYONE’S surprise, Brett Gardner, I repeat BRETT GARDNER, went deep with a 2-run home run. It looked good off the bat, and when I saw it clear the fence, I used the last of my scream,
“YEEEEAAAAHHH!!!! OH…BRETT GARDNER! OH YEAH! YEAH WHAT NOW O’S! YEAH F— YOU JOSH RUUUPPEE….F—-N’ SHOWALTER…YEAH KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN SON! OH, F—! HAHAAA! OH GOD…Ahh BRETTIBOOOO! Yes…”
Really it went on a lot longer, at full volume, but you get the point.
So my boys, the good guys, won 15-3. It was the most exciting/rewarding/most entertaining game I’ve seen all year, and it just made me love my boys even more. It’s like, we’re in this together you know? They were enraged after Martin got hit, and I was too. And when Gardner hit that home run, everything was okay, and we were all relieved together.
It’s games like this one that remind me how much I love my Yankees. They could’ve responded to the Orioles classless behavior in a classless way, but no – they’re the Yankees. So what do they do? They WIN. As Brett Gardner rounded the bases, it was apparent to everyone in the ballpark and those watching at home that the Yankees won this little battle.
If only I could be a fine lady like the Yankees are fine gentlemen. They controlled themselves, I didn’t hear any expletives from their precious lips. Oh well…I was caught up in the moment. I just can’t control myself when it comes to these guys.
Yankees, I’d like to believe that even if I’m not the ideal lady, I’m the ideal fan.
Love you boys❤