In the bottom of the third, Georgie -- last night's DP machine -- nearly juiced one, a towering seagull to right. Abreu went back -- bah-bah-bah-back -- and caught it, crashing into the wall!
BOBBY ABREU... CRASHING INTO THE WALL!
Well, bumping into one, anyway. (It wasn't exactly Minnie Minoso.)
Good for Bobby! Being grand sportsmen and sportswomen -- and seeing how we made them our bitches -- Yankee fans shall deliver unto Bobby no malice! Former Yankee. Great smile. Always ran out grounders. Bravo!
This was supposed to be Bobby's October 2009 Revenge Tour. He would be Liam Neeson, finding and killing the slimy bastards who yanked his daughter out from under the bed. For two years, those Redsock Nation inbreds at Fenway screamed things at him would give William S. Burroughs bad dreams. Then he would bring down the Yankees and Phillies, the two ex-employers who gave him the pink slip. This would be the Vengeance of Abreu.
Instead, it's the We-Ditched-Abreu-And-Look-How-Everything-Crumbled World Series -- a match-up of the two teams that flourished, as soon as they got rid of him.
Well, at least it's not Bobby's fault. He recorded an RBI last night. And he crashed into a wall. Well, bumped, into one, anyway.
"Georgie swings. IT IS HIGH, IT IS FAR, IT IS... caught by Abreu as he crashes, I mean bumps, into the wall. I'm flabbergasted! Just flabbergasted! Are you flabbergasted, Suzyn?"
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