The Yankees have gone 7-3 since the last time I posted. Maybe my little story about Buck brought them some luck! That stretch of games took place at home in the Bronx. Now the boys are out West, and will be for quite some time, playing 3 against the Mariners, 3 against the A’s, and 3 against the Angels. It’s the first time since 1998 that the Yankees are playing all three Western teams on the road at once.
West Coast trips are always a pain. Teams dread them. And so do us fans back on the East Coast. Having a game START at 10:10pm is not exactly fun. You would think I’d be okay with it by now – especially after I recently pulled my first all-nighter on Prom night – but it’s actually quite the opposite. I like my sleep!
I tried watching the whole game last night, I really did. I was interested: A.J. Burnett and Michael Pineda were having a nice pitcher’s duel. Once the Yankees had a lead, I decided maybe it was safe for me to leave the room for a little while. Their 3-0 lead was cut to 3-2, but selfishly, I decided to leave the room anyway and go shower because I was tired. I figured, maybe they’d hold on this time.
I blame myself.
I could have just stayed, maybe drank my third cup of coffee for the night, but no. I just HAD to leave.
When I returned, they were down 4-3. I stayed around a little longer, hoping that my presence would spark them. Jeter got on base to lead off the next inning. I thought they had a chance there…but when they failed to score that inning, I just gave up. It was 4-3 when I went to bed.
I woke up not knowing what had happened. First thing my Mom said to me in the morning was this:
“Those darn Yanks…they had to lose when everyone else in the division had to win.”
Way to start off my weekend, Mom!
Now I know it’s early to be looking at standings, but the Yankees are 27-22 – 1 game behind the RED SOX in the AL East. I know there is plenty of baseball left to play. But this is just an unpleasant reversal of fortune right here…the Red Sox were SO bad early on, and now they are in sole possession of first place? Eew.
And I know it’s just 1 game now, but I’m worried that the Yankees will fall too far behind. These West Coast trips are not easy. I thought they had a really good chance at winning last night, and I think that loss was a big confidence blow, considering tonight the Yanks go up against King Felix.
I feel like I haven’t been able to really sit down and watch a good Yankees win in awhile. I end classes on June 8, and for some odd reason my teachers have decided to BOMBARD my fellow students and I with PROJECTS. I mean it’s 4th quarter, SENIOR YEAR. Whatever. Combine these projects with my leftover prom exhaustion, and I barely have any time/energy to watch a game in full.
Hopefully, the Yankees can find a way to play a good game and come out with a win tonight.
And hopefully, I can stay up for it!
In one respect, this past week has been a dreadful one. In another, it has a blessing.
In one respect, it has been one I will try to forget. In another, it’s one I’ll always remember.
At my family dinners, we are distressed. Then we smile.
My Yankees have dropped six straight games, and it is very hard to watch. Suddenly, this team that looked so good just doesn’t have that drive anymore. I’m not even going to attempt doing game summaries about this past week because honestly, I might accidentally punch my laptop out of anger by recalling those memories I am trying ever so hard to repress. If you didn’t see the games, don’t worry – you didn’t miss anything but aggravation.
The team is in turmoil. Jorge Posada and Derek Jeter are feuding with the front office. None of the offense, except for home run leader Curtis Granderson, are performing to the best of their abilities. And the pitching just cannot hold a lead. Not to mention, the defense has been pretty messy as well. I’m hoping they can straighten out the issues off the field, so the on-field play returns to Yankee normalcy. We’ll have to wait and see.
I’m sure some of you remember when I posted in early March about the passing of my dog Jesse. He meant the world to me, more than the Yankees. He was my brother, and still to this day I can’t think about him without tearing up. The house was just not a home without him. We knew Jesse could never be replaced, but we all needed another dog.
So on Friday May 13, we got one. He, like Jesse, is a yellow lab. But he’s a puppy. We named him Buck. And for an 8 week old puppy, he sure is special. It was so hard to pick one out of all the puppies, but something just drew me in to little Buck. Now that he is part of my family, I knew we made the right choice. He’s going to be a great dog.
An 8 week old puppy is a lot of work. Now that AP exams are over (yay!) I figured now was the time to get a puppy. He has his moments, which we call the “Manic Puppy” state, where he goes crazy and starts being mouthy and biting everything in sight. Buck usually gets like this after dinner – perfect timing for the Yankee games.
So since the Yankees have been sucking, I’ve been spending the majority of my evenings playing with little Buck. He has helped distract me from the terrible week the Yanks have had.
Here’s the little cutie!
The game starts in about 10 minutes. And I just heard Buck’s squeaky toy! Either way, win or lose, I know with Buck, it’s going to be a fun night.
But seriously, Yankees – 6 in a row is enough. I want a win!