To be honest, that was a hell of a game. Not well played and in horrid conditions, but it was extraordinarily exciting. I froze my ass off and I may very well be single once my wife thaws out ("That my first and last game. My body be dead, but my heart still beating. You want to kill me. You lie to me...you say be done by nine inning, but not!"... Guess baseball isn't making its way to Thailand anytime soon). The fact that she knows how terrible I feel about losing may be a marraige saving factor.
We wound up on the wrong end of the stick because our guys didn't come through in the clutch and theirs did. Except for a few annoying Skankee fans (probably drunk) who kept yelling "cripple" my way, most of the Yankee fans were civil and fun to be around. There were almost NO Angel fans around which, in my experience, is very unusual. All-in-all, the game was a nail biter that we had every chance of winning, but didn't. That's baseball.
But on an incredibly positive note, I actually exited rehab (no, not drugs/alcohol you losers...below the knee amputation) four days early because I had tickets for Saturday's game. After hopping down to my seat (section 128, Row 18) during Angel BP, my wife said that somebody on the field was waving to me. I looked up and one of the players (who knows who, wearing a red hoodie all but obscuring that he was a human being) had evidently watched me make my way to my seat, pointed to me and threw a ball in the stands (about 30 rows back) and hit my wife in hands. That was a first. Except that my wife may file papers when she gets back to Thailand and that I froze in the rain (it actually snowed for about a half inning), and that we choked and lost, it was a very memorable game. To that anonymous ballplayer who personally rewarded my efforts to make it to the game, Thank you
I still honestly believe that we will be returning to NY for games six and seven. I believe that we will be taking our collective heads out of our collective asses and win this thing. And yes, I have tickets to 6 and 7, although I have a snowball's chance in Anaheim of convincing my wife of joining me.