And the nation is relieved
While we wait on this dang-blasted rain (that’s what they say in North Carolina. I prefer downpour of torrential irritation), let’s reflect on the best news of the day:
Quick, cue the parade!
“I fully expect he’ll be hitting second tomorrow,” Francona said.
Pedroia took the train back (with Jenks, also on the DL! I have a much different reaction to that tidbit) and got all checked out. And he’s fine. Thanks be to Fisk. Because news earlier today said he could be out for a month. Pedroia says its his leg that has caused his hitting slump. What do you do to fix a bone bruise, anyway? Oh. Ouch.
“Bruised bones are extremely painful and, unfortunately, the pain lasts and lasts.”
“Scientists investigate the possibility that bone bruises are predecessors of future problems.”
Okay. Research is depressing.
So. Let’s cease.
Did you know Pedroia is afraid of flying? Me too. That means we’re soul-friends. (Soul-mate is still K-Youk. Ah… K-Youk…)
Another fun fact- did you know Joba’s out?
And, if you enjoy the Stankee rivalry, you’ll enjoy this article about what happens when a “Yankee cast-off” hits New York. Nice review of last night’s pounding if you missed it: “On Wednesday night, the Yankees got a taste of what they let go. “
“It doesn’t matter which team we play,” Aceves said on Thursday, in Spanish, when asked about facing his former team in the Bronx with the crowd yelling for the Yankees to rally.
“We just want to win against every team. There isn’t a particular enemy.”
Oh, Alfredo. You are fricking adorable.
Now if only Salty would get better…
Okay, rain. You done yet? We’ve got some Stankees to sweep.
PS- New York, thanks for your hospitality. In honor of you, I am including a YouTube video of NYC from Annie. In my imagination, it’s being performed by Derek Jeter and Nick Swisher. But you’re not in my imagination. I still think you’ll see the resemblance.
PSS- If you’re looking for a good live blog- I found one that’s just as annoyed by the rain as I am. That blog will be fun to read if we complete the sweep…
10:48. Okay. It is too late. The governor is coming tomorrow. I have to tour a new ASU facility. I have to finalize Sunday centerpiece. I have things to do.
I am not going to watch this whole game.
I am not.
But damnit, Josh Beckett! Did you not hear the GREAT THINGS I said about you? Don’t, don’t, don’t let me down.
Do you want to SHARE the top with the Stanks, Josh? Because it gets awfully crowded up there.
11:05. Did you know the guitar strings on today’s version of Google make noise? Seriously. Go to google.com right now. FDA showed me this and now I can’t stop. I can play Silent Night. And part of the Beauty and the Beast theme song. Angela Lansbury would be so pleased.
Right. The game.
I’m watching. I’m watching. Geez.
11 p.m. So, found a live pro-Yank blog. Would be more fun to read if, you know, we were winning. Pro-Yank blog hopes A-Gonz gets hit with a pitch.
I hope Derek Jeter swings so hard his arm falls off.
11:08. Does C.C. remind anyone else of Baloo from the Jungle Book?
You know, but evil?
11:13. Fading fast.
I have reeeeaaalllly got to go to sleep. Think you kids can handle this? You know, without the Carolina cheerleader? Because I have to get up so early…
FDA, I’m leaving you in charge. Don’t let them lose. I mean it, FDA.
11:15. Someone seems to have a litttttle problem defining the STRIKE ZONE.
Damnit, FDA. Part of being in charge is yelling at the Umpire. Loudly. Do it.
11:17. You know. Life is a lot like a Disney movie.
11:18. I am really glad I found my airport bottle stash. That will keep me awake. For at least a hot minute.
The things people blog about!
Go Posada yourself.
11:22. This is going to be a looooooooooong game. Google string thingy is so much more fun than this game.
11:23. Yeah. Sleep. Now.
Do it for the Bruins. They need your inspiration.
11:25. Cervelli, your name sounds like a bacterium.
11:27. Okay. NOW I’m asleep.
11:28. Well, clearly not NOW. One can’t be asleep when one is saying that one is asleep.
11:29. You get my point, right? I can sleep now?
11:30. I canNOT sleep when Curtis Grandersnot is at the plate. Blah.
J-Beck. Please do not let Grandersnot on a base. Please?
Or walk him. Sure. Yeah. Okay.
Time to get mad, Beckster. Time to get mad. Let’s see anger-face. No. Not that. That is NOT anger.
11:35. Okay. I want to hit Alex Rodriguez with a pitch as much as you do, Beckett, but loading the bases… that’s a bit much, don’t you think? Is this one of your show-off moments were you load them up then slam them down?
11:37. Oh, thank you. You really had me going, Beckett. I never doubted you. Never. You know. Except that one time in the first inning when you handed Curtis Grandersnot a homerun on a silver fricking platter. You know, that time.
11:41. The. God. Of. Walks.
You know. And awesomeness.
11:44. You hit Papi with a pitch and it is on. Remember this, Stanks. You have been warned.
Bottom of the fourth. Really sleeping. So. Um. When I wake up. This will be fixed. Better. Yes.
8:05 a.m. And THAT, ladies and gents, is how I like to start my day.
PS- That live Yankees blog is a dead link this morning… shame…