illustration by Samara Pearlstein
Isn’t it funny how a 3-game losing streak can seem so much worse? I mean, it’s only 3 games. But it may as well be 30, the way it feels right now.
If it’s any consolation, we are not the only ones suffering from the Yankee Renaissance or whatever the hell it is they’re doing in New York these days. Re-inventing civilization. Rewriting War and Peace. Turning ARod into a beloved figure. All sorts of impossibilities. My point is that the Red Sox, who once had a 14.5 game lead in the AL East, now are a slender 1.5 games up, thanks to the Yankees (and the ineptitude of the Orioles). The amount of consolation this affords ME is exactly zero, but maybe it will help some of you to know you do not toil alone.
What can you say about this game? What can you say about any of them? This is a highly schizophrenic team we’re rooting for here… one week they can look like the 2006 team all the way through, and the next week they can look like the 2003 team (well… maybe not quite THAT bad). It’s all the more baffling because the talent level is so high, so very NOT like the 2003 team. Nate didn’t pitch horribly, and Bobby Seay did his job. Sure, it was the B-lineup out there for the day game (Raburn started in center, Hessman at third, Rabelo at catcher and Santiago at short [Carlos played first, and I don’t count Thames as a B-lineup kinda guy]), but that shouldn’t have made a difference; even our B-lineup has looked mighty at times this season.
Is this where you graciously incline your head and acknowledge the mastery of the opposing pitcher, admitting that no lineup could have done anything more against him? I guess it is. Tip of the cap to you, Captain Cheeseburger Sabathia. Enjoy your Cy Young.
We still aren’t technically, mathematically eliminated. Personally speaking, I’m putting all my hopes in a giant meteor crushing Yankee Stadium, but you know, I’ll take what I can get.
Tigerfly comes back, by the way, because he so tidily represents my sadness.