Garbage.

I woke up this morning full of energy cause  I had tickets to the game this afternoon.  Steph and I got some breakfast, then headed out.  I visited my man VinRock(Bald Vinny the Bleacher Creature) and picked up a new navy THE BLEACHERS tee, went inside and got to watch warmups for a while.  The next 3 hours found me sitting in my seat wishing that I had stayed home and watched it on TV.

Today was anything but good.  It was hot.  And from the start the Yankees showed no life.  It was evident in the crowd as the left field bleachers resembled a library.  What got me the most was the fact that after Chien-Ming Wang gave up those 3 runs in the first, the Angels lineup was held in check.  The Bombers resembled a high school team, as they mustered absolutely NOTHING at the plate.  Not that Jeff Nelson was helping matters either, as his VERY wide strike zone allowed for some pitches to be called for strikes, and Kelvim Escobar looked like Cy Young out there, and it was frustrating cause we were in the game for the most part.  The Yanks showed some life in the 9th as Melky managed to get on as he legged one out on a grounder that bounced off of Howie Kendrick's glove.  Bobby Abreu worked a 1-2 count when Nelson rang him up on a pitch that way outside.   Abreu engaged in a heated argument with Nelson, who talked back to the outfielder and told him, in Abreu's words, that it had been a good pitch.  It was a **** strike zone and something that equated to nothing.  As a result, there were too many swings and misses and far too many bad calls.  Frustrating isnt the word that I want to use, pure GARBAGE is the word that I want to use here.  The drive home ******, as I was in a bad mood the entire ride up the Grand Concourse into Yonkers. 

I dont know whats going to happen from here.  All I know is that I have seen alot of rough times with this team, and Im not going to give up.  I think that all of this is testing my loyalty, and Im sure that I will pass with flying colors.  All I will say is that there is no certainty about tomorrow, and that you can only worry about today.  Tomorrow, John Lackey goes up against Mike Mussina, and its something that we can always worry about tomorrow.  Hopefully we can turn it around tomorrow, and The Moose can get us a quality start. 

LETS GO YANKEES!!!!!
LETS GO YANKEES!!!!!