…but I am, dammit, I am.
Watching the Yankees fall behind another full game made me almost as happy as watching the Red Sox jump ahead another full game.
Watching Al Leiter turn into Derek Lowe on cocaine right in front of our eyes was almost as enjoyable as watching Tim Wakefield cement his latest win, ON HIS BIRTHDAY and vaulting him into third place on the all-time wins list for the Boston Red Sox. (Hooray for Timmy!)
What IS up with Al Leiter (slight pause while I turn Hazel Mae off before my head explodes…definitely time for SportsCenter!)???
Okay, I’m back. (Damn, the Celtics traded Antoine Walker to Miami? Man, Danny Ainge hates him! But I digress again. One last digression…what the heck happened to Dan Patrick? His voice is unrecognizable and he looks like Plastic Man…not aging gracefully the way Keith Olbermann is!)
I adored Leiter when he was on the Mets. And he even made listening to Joe Buck and Tim McCarver a little less painful during the 2004 ALCS…but he’s
done. Just finished. And if he pitched for any other team, my heart would be breaking for him. But if you sell your soul to the devil, don’t expect any sympathy from me.
So watching Leiter’s breakdown is almost poetic. It signifies that the Yanks are becoming so touchable. They picked this guy up knowing he had nothing but hoping he would surprise people.
It’s a whole new world, people. And the Yankees are trying to get a nut, just like everyone else.
Welcome to the party, boys.