@hyphen18 Yes i do think the yankees will win today,no way it goes 7 games.

Please dear God.

You would think that a lead off walk would lead to more big innings than a lead off home run. Not true. A lead off home run, this year, has lead to more multi-run innings than lead off walks. It’s against conventional thinking."

The end of baseball at least means the end of McCarver.

NICE STRIKEOUT BUDDY!

And thanks to Ibanez not being in LF, the catch was actually made.

I’ll take it.

is Pedro really throwing a lot of balls?

and who screwed up to put someone on base, just now?

Thank you, Joe Morgan.

but Wooo!

The answer, apparently, is Hideki Matsui.

the way he knows what the pitcher is going to throw and where.

“lets get this over with so we can get on with 2010. M’s = playoffs!”

Also: fucking hell, Matsui.

Goodbye baseball, it was fun.

I wasn’t expecting Matsui to be doing all the work.

Even this might be more entertaining.

Nah …..

That is all.

Safeco? New Yankee Stadium?

No I don’t really believe that but why not.

I should be writing this paper, but my masochistic streak is acting up.

A-Rod splattered with champagne has endless Photoshop possibilities.

HERE WE GO PHILLIES< HERE WE GO!

COMEBAC!

Dang.

Unfortunately:

NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA JOBA TIME!

One more inning before Mariano shuts ’em down.

How many times have I heard that phrase tonight?

Jason Giambi.

Make this interesting

Alex is a True Yankee?
Andy is a True Yankee and should remain one?
Matsui is a True Yankee and should remain one?
Derek is God?

DJ Hero high light reel?

No wonder I don’t have a fuckin TV.

Does that mean it’s rally time?

great AB.

When’s the last time that happened?

pies! laughter! pies!

HOORAY!!!!!!!!!!!1 WOOOHOOOO!!!!

WORLD ORDER IS RESTORED!

and most importantly hooray I don’t have to root for the Yankees for a while

The winners and the NEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW World Series Championnnnnnnnnnssssssssss….The New York Yankeeeeeeeeeeeesssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Congrats Alex. Fuck the rest.

Bring on the offseason!!

At least that is something.

between the radio broadcast and youse mugs, this was a little less painful to experience than it might have been.

Tv off.

1. I meet a friend of my friend, who sits in the booth with us drinking a Bud Light. To my right is Eric, the Phillies fan, Ken, the NL fan, on the other side, and me. “Are you another Phillies fan?” she groans. I shake my head. “Whatever, you’re going to high five me when this is through.” She has a NY emblazoned on her chest. She tells us how when she was living in Boston she would go out in her Yankees gear and have people tell her that she should die. Matsui comes to bat and the broadcaster mentions that he is a triple away from the cycle, that no one has ever hit for the cycle in a World Series game. “What’s a cycle?” she asks us.

2. There was a fellow two booths over. I’m sure you’ve seen him before. He has a backwards had and has a voice so hoarse from screaming that you wonder how he interacts with normal people. If someone transcribes his speech, one must consult style guides to see how many exclamation points would be appropriate. Archetypal post frat boy. He starts inventing chants that don’t catch on. He regards Girardi with such fascination, such longing, that you have no doubt that if the man were to break out of the tv at that moment and step in to the bar he would probably be first in line to suck his dick (“no homo”). Outside, when the night is accomplished for most in the bar, he sees me and the guys, escaping the din, and I’m sucking down a cigarette. He emerges from the bar and asks me if I can spare one. I decline, saying it was my last one, and he hits up someone else. “I still have one left.” “Yeah, I know.”

3. Outside a riot brews two streets over at the Lion’s Head (where I saw an effigy of the Phanatic, upside-down and in a noose last week), where the locals from the block, thugs all who act as that strange reminder that Morningside is Harlem, despite its attempts to rebrand itself. They are good people, but I can see why we chose the college bar instead. A throng rushes into the streets, and you realize that “standing room only” would have even been exaggerated. The corner is filled with perhaps a hundred people. New York New York begins to play and toilet paper rolls go streaming through the sky. My night is over. I have resigned myself to the failed venture, the hope that I would somehow escape my New York tenure without seeing this madness, this madness that only seems to grow uglier in an environment where entitlement makes victory a matter of course. I head west, and prepare for a long and exhausting Thursday.