Witnessing last night's excruciating defeat was like watching the latest Marvel comic CGI movie fiasco: We've seen the same big-budget plot 20 times now, and it's gotten stale:
Yanks down by two, and our only plan is to get somebody on and hit a homerun.
Last night, in the final, draining innings:
Russell Martin pounded a lonnnng fly to right. Russell jusssst missed showing muscle.
Curtis Granderson hit a lonnnnng one to the warning track. Oh, it was almost sort of Grandish!
Mark Teixeira blasted a long one to deep left field. He was nearly on the mark, Teixeira!
Jorge nearly juiced one to left!
We went down like lambs.
Martin swung at a 2-0 count, after Jimenez threw two pitches not only out of the strike zone, they were out of the time zone. He couldn't even take the next pitch?
Is Girardi so cowed by the Yankee payroll that he can never give the take sign at 3-1 or 2-0?
We lead MLB in homeruns. Whoopie.
We've seen this movie before.
It ends in early October.