Monday, September 25, 2006


Anyone who is familiar with this site knows that my daily recaps are normally posted somewhere around 9:00 a.m., Eastern time. The procedure was to show up early for work, type until 9, and post. It worked very well, considering it was the most productive period of the day at my old job.

The new one, however, is a bit more taxing; that’s a good thing, trust me. I don’t have time to type a full recap in one sitting, and certainly don’t have time to get it done before I dive into my daily workload. In fact, my posts over the last few weeks have been written a paragraph at a time, with up to an hour between writings. As Kurt Vonnegut (my favorite author) would say, “busy, busy, busy.”

Now, down to business:

I didn’t get to watch much baseball this weekend. Friday night was dedicated to a special someone. So special, in fact, that she didn’t mind me wrenching my neck to see the score on the restaurant TV. Rocco Baldelli hit his leadoff homer just as we arrived, and seeing Delmon Young slam an impressive follow-up double didn’t help matters. Thankfully, a vodka tonic was beginning to seep through the walls of my empty stomach, easing the situation—at least in my mind.

But Wang was spot-on from that point on. I missed Cano’s homer live, but was almost giddy when I saw it later that night on the highlight reel. What a freakin’ rocket. It’s just a hunch, but I feel he has a few more like that in him. We left the restaurant with the score tied at one, and it wasn’t 10 seconds after turning on the car that Guiel hit his go-ahead homer. It appears that the Baseball Gods were repaying me for the atrocity that was witnessing a leadoff homer.

Mo looked strong, particularly after hitting Wiggington. I haven’t read anything negative about his health since, so I’m remaining cautiously optimistic. Plea with my readers: with my new job, it is difficult to keep up on news about the health of players; I’m not even able to read Will Carroll’s “Under the Knife” column, which I used to read daily. If there is any injury news coming across the wire, please e-mail it to me.

After leaving a bar at around 8:00 on Saturday night, I turned on the radio to find out Randy was down 3-0 early. Disgusted, I flipped the radio off. Our next destination had five TVs, and two were playing the same college football game. Instead of asking the bartender to flip one to the Yankees game, I decided that watching college football would make me forget about Randy. Unfortunately, Notre Dame’s comeback further ruined the mood among my friends (note: I’m indifferent when it comes to the Fighting Irish, but was with a crew of ‘Dame haters).

On Sunday, I caught the bit of the game where Matsui hit a sac fly to score A-Rod, but that was it. Come on: the Jets were on and winning. My attention had to be focused on them. The Yankees were the first backup plan for commercials, but after flipping back and seeing the score at 8-3 D-Rays, we quickly moved plans to Chicago-Minnesota, which was a great game for those of us who kind of dig Da Bears this year.

I have to admit that it will be difficult to focus on baseball this week. The Yankees have clinched, and will likely end up playing Minnesota in the first round whether they secure the league’s best record or not. The only games that remain are against Tampa Bay tonight (which I’ll undoubtedly watch), followed by three each against Baltimore and Toronto, both of whom we’ve seen very recently. The situations are nearly equally meaningless, so the urge to watch isn’t as compelling. Just as the Yankees are resting their starters for the playoffs, I’m resting my baseball-filled mind for the same.

Next Tuesday, everything changes.