My good friend Tom Merritt and I made our way to the new Yankee Stadium today in the hope that our Sox could rebound from the embarrassing (Ozzie’s term) loss on Saturday and avoid the sweep.
Weatherwise it was a beautiful day in The Bronx and the game started on a positive note as well with a Scotty Pods triple and a Beckham RBI. But the Yanks tied it up in the bottom of the first and after the Sox went ahead 2-1 in the top of the third, Johnny Damon put the Bombers ahead for good with a two-run homer in the home half of the inning.
The lone Sox bright spot of the day was Freddy Garcia’s solid six-inning performance, which made Tom and I think there was still a shot at winning this thing. But it wasn’t to be.
I’m a loyal Sox guy and always have been there through thick and thin. But I have to admit that the recent woes have really gotten to me. When Mark Teixeira climaxed the five-run Yankee seventh with a three-run shot off of Linebrink, I said goodbye to Tom, worked my way through the delirious Yankee fans and headed for home. Just couldn’t take it anymore.
If the lost weekend in New York wasn’t bad enough, I heard the news later that the Tigers and Twins both came from behind to win and moved further ahead of our South Siders.
The deadly road trip now continues to the Twinkiedome. Lord knows what’s going
to happen. I’d just like to have a blunt conversation with the schedule maker to find out what horrible thing the Sox did to deserve this particular sequence of games.