Last night’s victory was a bloody good one, what with a sensational pitching performance by the Schill-Dog, some fantastic defense (including Pokey going airborne to snare an impossible line drive) and, for once, some timely hitting — a grand slam from an unlikely source, Doug Mirabelli. Even better, the Yankees lost. Now we stand a mere 7 games behind them. No doubt, they can feel the heat.
For all these good things, though, I must keep my emotions in check. I won’t allow myself to get excited until this team can string together a decent win streak. Too many times this season we’ve seen miraculous wins pulled straight from the ass of God, followed by dismal break-downs and extra-inning exercises in futility. If they can pull off a win today, we’ll talk. Otherwise… urggh.
