Oh, Wright

Bottom 2nd: It's a lovely late afternoon in the Northeast, and hoping to change the vibe, decided to listen to the game on the radio out back. I walked in to get something out of the house about 20 minutes ago and on my way back out, glanced in at the TV to see Ordonez hit a ball 420 feet over the center field wall in Comerica.

Multimedia pain: I heard the 2 run homer a few batters later called on the radio.

Top 3rd: A. Rodriguez grounds out to third. Talk this morning was that he'll be traded to the Angels for a couple of young arms if his fizzle continues.

Bottom 3rd: As if to second that emotion, Rodriguez rushes a throw to first, which goes wide. That runner -- Ordonez again -- just scored.

Wright's gone; Corey Lidle's coming in with men on base. Yikes. Gets out of it.

Bottom 4th: The Yankees haven't scored a run since the 4th inning of game 2. I wasn't one to say the Tigers didn't have a chance in this series, but this is fucking amazing. Jeremy Bonderman isn't Sandy fucking Koufax.

Middle 5th: A perfect game? Bonderman blew a 6-0 lead last week against KC.

Bottom 5th: 6 nuthin Tigers. 6PM. Cocktail hours begin. Lidle's gone before I can get to the ice.

Top 6th: Cano ends the poifect game. Maybe they can get something going. But it's 7-0 now -- a tough row to hoe, especially with the Tiger's relievers.

And if the Yankees can't do it and the Tiggers lead holds up, this will be the worst end to a season since I started following the Yankees 13 years ago. A-Rod follows Cano's single with a fielder's choice grounder. Futility.

Top 8th: 8-1 Tigers. Alex Rodriguez hits the ball deep. Caught. Hope that wasn't his last at bat in a Yankee uniform. Just an all around weird year for him.

Next year, I expect Sheffield and Mussina are gone. Rodriguez, who knows? Joe Torre? That makes this particularly hard. This year felt like a last opportunity, and it's going, going...

Worse than the loss in 5 games in Anaheim last year. Worse even than the Red Sox comeback in 2004.

Last Sunday, when I learned the Twins had won their game and the Tigers had lost, I thought, "Great, the Yankees don't play the Twins in a short series." Then I immediately recognized the error of my ways and made burnt offerings to the baseball gods: Never think one team is going to be easier to beat than another. I guess they refused my supplications. Damn.

Top 9th: Well Farnsworth did all right in the bottom of the 8th; he never had a chance to blow up a setup situation.

Abreu leads off with a single (where's he been since game one?). Well done, Jeremy Bonderman.

Craig Monroe makes a diving catch on a sure hit by Sheffield to left. Says it all.

Matsui ain't giving up an at bat, but flies out to center.

Posada smacks the first pitch for a two-run homer. 8-3. Hmmm.

Robby Cano gets the privilege.

It's a long, long season.

But it sure ends quick.

Congratulations to Jim Leyland and the Detroit Tigers.

Wait'll next year.

In the meantime.

Now, too much of nothing
Can make a man feel ill at ease.
One man's temper might rise
While another man's temper might freeze.
In the day of confession
We cannot mock a soul.
Oh, when there's too much of nothing,
No one has control.

Say hello to Valerie
Say hello to Vivian
Send them all my salary
On the waters of oblivion

Too much of nothing
Can make a man abuse a king.
He can walk the streets and boast like most
But he wouldn't know a thing.
Now, it's all been done before,
It's all been written in the book,
But when there's too much of nothing,
Nobody should look.

Say hello to Valerie
Say hello to Vivian
Send them all my salary
On the waters of oblivion

Too much of nothing
Can turn a man into a liar,
It can cause one man to sleep on nails
And another man to eat fire.
Ev'rybody's doin' somethin',
I heard it in a dream,
But when there's too much of nothing,
It just makes a fella mean.

Say hello to Valerie
Say hello to Vivian
Send them all my salary
On the waters of oblivion


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