It was shaping up to be a decent day.
We were leading the Mets 15-0 in the 7th, and we had something going: Two on, two out, and we were on cusp of braking the goddam game wide open.
Up comes Nick Swisher. Big opportunity to get something done. To put the nail the coffin.
What happens?
Bouncer to the shortstop.
DAMMOT, ONCE AGAIN, A PLAYER ABSOLUTELY RUINS THE DAY FOR MILLIONS OF YANKEE FANS WHO WERE COUNTING ON A CLUTCH HIT. ONE CLUTCH HIT. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR?
We were leading the Mets 15-0 in the 7th, and we had something going: Two on, two out, and we were on cusp of braking the goddam game wide open.
Up comes Nick Swisher. Big opportunity to get something done. To put the nail the coffin.
What happens?
Bouncer to the shortstop.
DAMMOT, ONCE AGAIN, A PLAYER ABSOLUTELY RUINS THE DAY FOR MILLIONS OF YANKEE FANS WHO WERE COUNTING ON A CLUTCH HIT. ONE CLUTCH HIT. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR?
Thank you, Nick Swisher. For ruining my day.
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