Crazy Yankee Chick: My First Playoff Game in "Greatness's New Home" (Game 2 Preview)
I used to try to hit up a Yankee game at least once or twice a week. This year? I think I can count on 2 hands the number of games I've gone to. (And this is absolutely not a "Ticket prices! Economy! Unfair!" rant, so much as it's a "my gainful employment admittedly takes precedence over the Yankees and hence I have to settle for watching YES Encore presentations" rant.)
That said, I'm about a half hour away from my first playoff game experience at GNH, and if they lose, I'm never going back. I'm not kidding, I'm legitimately scared to deviate from my bar-window ritual, and I'll feel a burden of culpability if they lose.
("And yet you take no credit if they win. Your logic=swiss cheese," argues a Mets fan who I've taken a leave of absence from until the season's over.) Hey, I don't make the rules...
After the a truly amazing performance from Tubbo last night, the Yanks send AJ "You want to see heat? I'll show you heat, M*&&* F*(*&." Burnett to the mound to face Joe "Are you sure you didn't mean 'Kazmir'?" Saunders in Game 2 of the ALCS.
Can ANYONE provide a rational answer to this? WHY is Mike "I'm giving Mussina a run for his money in who is cited as intelligent more often" Scioscia bypassing Scott "I kill Yankees" Kazmir for the starting nod?
Not that I'm wholly complaining, but I guess maybe I am, because I don't like these sneaky moves. It's like he knows something we don't or something. If Saunders ends up being another Kenny Rogers, someone is going to be executed. (I am hoping that I sidestep some legality landmines by calling it out right now. I don't know if it works that way, but in all things, it's better to hope than despair.)
The forecast tonight and for last night was for unrelenting hailstorms! Sleet! Winter Storm Watch! But I'm looking out my window and it's holding out OK so far. I'm starting to feel like the weathermen are almost satirizing sports media. "RED SOX HAVE NEVER LOST TO THE ANGELS IN THE HISTORY OF TIME! RIVALRY! KNUCKLEBALL! PEDROIA! CURSE!"
Saunders (16-7, 4.60) and Burnett (13-9, 4.04) are an interesting matchup, since Saunders sort of reminds me of 2008 Burnett. HOWEVAH, AJ gets the edge here for being an f'n lunatic. I honestly think his last few starts have been just as much a testament to his schizophrenic mania as they have been to his value in the rotation.
Joe Saunders is going to get worked tonight. He is predictable and limited. AJ is wild and bananas, and paradoxically, when I see AJ walking the sporadic batter, it's an indication that he's in Dealing Mode. Good A.J.
Saunders, if he's smart, would work the change-up, but I have a feeling he's going to nibble and get chased early. But again, this guy also has "Kenny Rogers almost-perfecto" possibilities. For my money, I'd go with the former scenario.
Last night the Yankees singled LA's pitchers to death. No home runs, which wasn't surprising because of the bitter weather situation, and no crazy slugging. Just your basic chip shots and opposite-of-basic Anaheim errors. (I'm still reeling over the fact someone tried to suggest that the Yankees paid Torii Hunter/Erick Aybar/Chone Figgins off to make those errors. When is the montage made of costly playoff errors?)
No Jorge tonight, as Jose Molina remains AJ's catcher of record. I think he's found his niche. Like Private Pyle finding his riflery wheelhouse. Molina cannot do much more than occupy real estate behind home plate, but he calls a good game for our #2 starter. And that's reason enough for me to justify his value. (Barely.)
I predict the Angels try to run more (but tentatively since Molina's gun is nothing slouch), Melky to go yard and Teixeira to have the game-deciding run. You can't discount the importance of last night's win, and tonight's match-up is nearly as crucial. Going to the hellish arena that is Anahiem is much more palatable with a 2-0 leg up. Lose at home, and we're heading to the bitch-pit in a far less desirable state,..
All right, time to head to the Bronx. Be back much later for either the postmortem or postawesome. Pound for pound, let's call it the latter. Yankees in Four.