Nope. Doesn't rattle me. Not one iota. Better to be over it. To nip it in the bud. Yep, nip it, nip it, nip it, nip-it-nip-it... Nip. It. In. The. Bud. A loss to Theo Epstein's Cubs? Palooofff. That's what I say. Pa-looo-fff. We've got Chase Whitley today. Chase Whit-ley. Maybe Chase can launch a streak.
Then comes Mr. Phelps, Toyota Kuroda and El Nuno.
I feel a streak forming.
Who needed Masahiro Tanaka's streak? Not me.
But you know... last night in the sixth, when we were down 2-0, and Brett Gardner led off with a dunk double to left, I would have bet the toaster we would win that game. I felt it. Jeet fought back from a 0-2 count to force an eight-pitch at bat, then grounded out. Ellsbury - (WTF happened to him?) - popped out, and Teixeira slashed a glorious single to right, scoring our run for the night. McCann drew a walk, and Soriano - the ever-shrinking, free-swinging, Soriano - whacked the first pitch he saw to the third-baseman. End of threat. (I can't pinpoint the moment I lost all hope for Soriano, but I'd have to say it was in that game against Boston last September, the one we absolutely had to win, and he - the tying run - got thrown out trying to steal third with two outs. Once a rookie, always a rookie.)
Oh, who needed that streak anyway? We should be thankful there's no more pressure, no more distractions. Chase Whitley today. I guess that about sums it up.
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