Didn't I Predict This?

I am a bit hung over this morning.  And I think CC is also.  He showed for  martinis last night, or at least I think he did.

I saw him, I'm sure, sprawled on my lazy boy sucking down olives and throwing the stemmed glasses around the living room.

In any case, he left early and so did I.  When it became 3-0, I turned off the set and went to bed.  I was sick and tired of watching a non competitive team.  Through 6 or 7 innings, we had one hit , one hard hit out to deep center, and a walk.  Baseball is not an interesting game when one team has no chance of doing anything.

This Yankee team never threatened or seemed capable of doing so.

The Astros ( when did they join the AL?) were having fun.  It was like spring training for them.  Frolicking in front of all those Yankees fans, playing in the stadium, and not even entertaining the idea of a stressful inning.

 It was the beautiful game we all dreamed of in our back yards , as kids.  For them.

The Yankees, basically, didn't exist.  Yankee hitters went through the motions and, mostly, did the dance called, " three and out."

So I went to bed and CC disappeared.

What did I say in the spring?  Look it up.