FIFTY THOUSAND MOONS
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Posted by el duque at 8:14 PM
We held on - fingers to chalkboard - to beat the Los Angeles, California, Angels of Anaheim, basically because they ran out of young players in the ninth inning, and had to send up old Albert Pujols, who is practically as ancient as Mariano.
I worry when balls keep dunking in against Mo. That's what happened. Nobody hit him hard, but he couldn't get them out, either.
So we return home with a victory but no certain 1B, facing a divisional race that will go down to the wire.
If Teixeira is done for the year - and who are we kidding? considering our luck, of course, he is! - I have a plan to save the Yankees.
I will elaborate tomorrow. The bucket of ice water is ready.