Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Posted by el duque at 9:13 PM
Yanks up. Bases loaded, nobody out. Meat of the order coming to the plate. John could barely talk, so heavily was he salivating. And then... nothing.
Rangers up. Nobody on, two outs. The Master anticipating a one-two-three. Doesn't work. Walk. Stolen base. Single.
"This is all on Kuroda. You don't walk Andrus with two outs so you pitch to Hamilton. You don't do that."
Terrible inning. Two nothing Texas. John is in hell.
"The Yankees failed last inning."