A good Christian boy like Andy Pettite must have thought it was one of the seven plagues of Revelation, as a swarm of gnats took over the infield out at Jacobs Field in Cleveland. It wasn't locusts, but it might as well have been, as the swarms tormented the Yankees' much-touted rookie reliever Joba Chamberlain. No matter how much I would love to see the Yankees get swept in four games, I had to feel badly for Chamberlin. My neck was itching just watching all those gnats alight on his neck. I just hope the fans don't give him too much shit in game 3 about looking more like
Nuke Laloosh out there than the Heir Apparent to Mariano's Throne.
This was the wildest eighth and ninth innings I've ever seen not played by guys in blue-and-orange hats. And in the end, Luis Vizcaino gave up the winning run to Cleveland in the 11th.
Eff the effing Yankees.
Phillies and Yankers both come home down two games to none in their division series. Sweet. I'm rooting for a Rockies/Indians World Series, myself.
Labels: Baseball, I love the smell of schadenfreude in the morning