Final Score: Boston Red Sox 3, New York Yankees 8
THE YANKEES WIN THE PENNANT!!
Can you believe it? Against all odds, the Yankees blew away the upstart Red Sox and won the 2007 AL pennant. What an amazing series, what an amazing game… and I was there to see it all. The drama, the prestige the passion from ALL the fans. These people were soooo into the game that half of them didn’t show up for the 1st inning (probably out planning the ticker tape parade) and then most of them left in the 7th I guess because the “intensity” of the match-up was more than they could handle.
Schilling looked over matched from the first batter on. There was nothing he could do against that lineup especially when Doug Mientkiewicz is slugging. You know the chant: “Gimme a M, gimme a I, gimme a… ummm… N? How’s that spelled?”
On the flip side, Pettitte couldn’t be touched. He was in rare form and finally got the run support he needed to lock down this very important win. The Sox defense didn’t help their cause either: between Lugo’s flub error and Wily Mo/Coco/Manny’s adventures in the outfield, the series win was all but ensured for the Yanks. Mo Rivera came in to mop up the 9th and struck out the side as ambrosia and champagne fell from the havens and the crowd roared. Oh that moment is etched into my mind… the grandeur, the spectacle, the mystique and aura.
Wait… this is strange. I can’t find anything online about this being the most important playoff win ever. In fact, everything I read says that this WASN’T the playoffs and the Yankees are STILL 3 games UNDER .500 even after this win.
Well that can’t be! I was there! I saw the reaction and I heard the taunting. The season MUST be over and done with if that’s what the Yankees fans are doing. The “F@#% You Boston, clap clap clapclapclap” chants are signal of supreme victory, right?
Or is it something else? Is it the last hurrah of a team that is 9 ½ games back and facing mediocrity for the first time in a decade? That has a certain ring of truth doesn’t it? I think the Yanks might have another midseason run in them, I think the Rocket could give them the leg up they need to come back to the race (even though he got hit today), but now it’s different somehow. Tonight there was something in the air in the Bronx. A smell beyond the stale beer, thick aftershave and fresh vomit from the normal clientele… it was the smell of desperation. They know the time grows short and the season is not as new as it once was.
9 ½ games…