what to do when the glove don't fit...
22 to zero...
the yankees got spanked...there is no other way to say it. the indians plain and simply rocked the hell out of the yankees, and in my recent memory i can't remember a better day in sports. perhaps the heat and pressure of a long summer is finally getting to the yankees. perhaps their fragile "oh the media in new york is soooo much more difficult than anywhere else..." psyche is cracking at the edges.
case in point, kevin brown and the glove that won't fit. bad games are going to happen, it is practically guarenteed. after a number of years playing in la-la land for the dodgers - ok, he actually didn't play as much as he sat, nursing those all to pesky injuries - kevin brown now finds himself actually having to live up to the money and the hype. when he falls to short, what does he go and do? he punches a wall and breaks his hand. smart. real smart.
now, this may say something about brown's desire to win. granted his competative spirit could be so strong that the moment just got away from him. but really, shouldn't he have thought "wow, the red sox are gaining on us and the team can't afford for me to be out for the rest of the season." or maybe he should have thought, "wow, i actually have a chance in my career to win the big one, perhaps i should figure out whats wrong with my stuff and help the team next time i am out on the mound." but, no...hapilly kevin brown merely said (or thought), "shit, i sucked today, if i can't get some scrub team out maybe i can make sure this wall won't mess with me again." guess what kevin, the wall won.
the best part of all of this is that i hate the yankess. I HATE THE YANKEES. There are few things more entertaining than watching pin-stripes crack under the pressure. 22-0...these two numbers bring almost as much joy as the numbers of a winning lottery ticket.
...chug
the yankees got spanked...there is no other way to say it. the indians plain and simply rocked the hell out of the yankees, and in my recent memory i can't remember a better day in sports. perhaps the heat and pressure of a long summer is finally getting to the yankees. perhaps their fragile "oh the media in new york is soooo much more difficult than anywhere else..." psyche is cracking at the edges.
case in point, kevin brown and the glove that won't fit. bad games are going to happen, it is practically guarenteed. after a number of years playing in la-la land for the dodgers - ok, he actually didn't play as much as he sat, nursing those all to pesky injuries - kevin brown now finds himself actually having to live up to the money and the hype. when he falls to short, what does he go and do? he punches a wall and breaks his hand. smart. real smart.
now, this may say something about brown's desire to win. granted his competative spirit could be so strong that the moment just got away from him. but really, shouldn't he have thought "wow, the red sox are gaining on us and the team can't afford for me to be out for the rest of the season." or maybe he should have thought, "wow, i actually have a chance in my career to win the big one, perhaps i should figure out whats wrong with my stuff and help the team next time i am out on the mound." but, no...hapilly kevin brown merely said (or thought), "shit, i sucked today, if i can't get some scrub team out maybe i can make sure this wall won't mess with me again." guess what kevin, the wall won.
the best part of all of this is that i hate the yankess. I HATE THE YANKEES. There are few things more entertaining than watching pin-stripes crack under the pressure. 22-0...these two numbers bring almost as much joy as the numbers of a winning lottery ticket.
...chug
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