NY Yankees

I’m supposed to be a good person and be grateful for what I have. Ordinarily I am. But right now I am not and a part of me is not happy with myself as a result of it.

You see, the Yankees had no business making it to the playoffs this year. We were rebuilding. We wanted these kids to learn, to grow, to become our team for the next generation. But we got so much more than we thought we would. We got so much more than we expected. It may have also been more than we deserved.

Nevertheless, we made it as a Wild Card Playoff team.

We won that one game playoff.

We entered the ALDS best of five and I prayed for at least four games so I can get at least one Yankee win and an extra game.

Well we got five and an amazing comeback performance moving us to the ALCS. It was incredible. I was walking on air, like so many Yankee fans.

We get to Houston, drop two, head to NYC and play like champions. We take three, and our mouths start to water.

The World Series is in our sights. We are one game away. Just one. But, alas, it was not to be. Houston was the better team and won.

Today I feel the same way I feel the day after the season ends every year…with a modicum of depression…but that’s baseball, isn’t it?

Even if we win it all, it would have to end and this feeling will still hit me.

So, with 158 days and a few hours until the March 29, 2018 Opening Day festival of all 30 teams playing in 15 games – the first time every team opens on the same day since 1968 – I received a text that have gave me this to help get me through….

….and for this I AM grateful.

With the exception of every dog that ever lived, and a relatively select group of fine human beings, I can’t say I have loved anything more than the game of baseball. A feeling proven once again last night.

View From My Seat I took in another game. Trenton Thunder (Yankees AA affiliate) and the Binghamton Rumble Ponies (Mets AA affiliate). Sitting on the third base line, just to the left of the dugout (when facing), three rows up on the aisle. Oh, this was a nice seat. I figured since my May 13 game got rained out, I could exchange that ticket for this one. I was joined by 6,029 others and more than a handful were Met fans.

Despite a total of nine runs scored, I saw some good pitching. Yefry Ramirez was solid through the first three until he was pulled (broken nail on his pitching hand). Nestor Cortes came in, letting up three runs over the next six innings to get the win.

On the Binghamton side this kid Blake Beavan took the loss (1-1) after throwing for 6IP, 8H, 4R, 4ER, 6K and 0BB.
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To be fair, I have 20 years on the guy but truth is Beavan is far from a kid at 28. A 2007 first round draft pick out of Texas, he spent a couple of years in the big leagues compiling a 16-20 overall record with the Mariners. (4.61 ERA; 293 IP 326 hits, 150 of his 151 runs were earned, 46HR, 137K and 47BB).

So, why would I focus on the losing pitcher? Because he is what I remember most when I think about last night’s game.

Listen to me when I tell you, the guy looked fierce on the mound. Sure, Miguel Andujar took him deep in the bottom of the third, and maybe the Thunder scored four runs off the guy in total. But there is no doubting the intimidating force on the mound. Look at him.

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Dude is 6’7” and 245 lbs. Now, put that on a hill and have him throw a ball at you. I mean, toward you. Better pray to the good Lord it ain’t at you.

Don’t believe in God? Bet you’ll start second guessing that notion once you set foot in the box against this guy. Seriously, would you wanna be sixty-feet and six inches from a blazing fastball coming from a dude looking at you like this?

Well, have at it pal. I sure as heck ain’t ready for it. That’s why Section 116 Row A Seat 1 was best for me.

For a guy who looked like he could eat batters for lunch, one thing I noticed was his patience coming off the mound. There were more than a couple of instances when mental errors by teammates cost his arm more pitches than I thought necessary.

But unfortunately for Beavan, but not for us Thunder fans, the Ponies didn’t impress at the plate to give him enough run support.

I hope this kid makes it back up to the majors. I really do. I’d love to see it happen. My favorite baseball stories are always about the guys who grind it out in the bus leagues, have a healthy stint of time in the bigs, get sent down, then fight like hell to get back. Once they get back they’re better in so many ways.

I’m rootin’ for this big dog from Texas to be one of them.

The game put the Thunder (34-18) an additional game ahead of the Rumble Ponies (29-19) in the Eastern League standings with a three game lead.

Here are a bunch of pictures from the game. Enjoy.