Game 6
Hideki Matsui, a case study:
Apparently he made a cameo in this here movie, for reals. Nine consecutive year Japanese Central League all-star. Career .517 post-steezin sluggin percentage. Known to walk to the plate with this tasty nugget blasting (watch till the end if you want to have your mind blown by an interstellar drum solo):
Well, Matsui rifles a two run dinger to bring my bowels to a freeze early this evening.
Then Rollins' sac fly brings in Ruiz's doubleday to bring it within one in the third.
Teixeira made a very audible "haaaaaahhh!" as Pedro popped him in the leg to load the bases.
Grotty New Yorkers swallowing victory wines seems palpable for the swine on hand at Ol' New Yankee Stadium. Matsui brings in two more to make it 4-1, all his runs. His scaly green ass looms large.
Posada really can't catch for shit, can he? As much of a turd as A.J. Burnett is, it's understandable why he doesn't like to work with the chinless wonder.
Pedro out after four. Not really thriving on the raucous atmosphere like you think he'd might. His slight adversarial hate-thriving Bonds-esque streak is in hiding under the cover of night.
Teixeira reels one in to boost it to 5-1.
Jesus Christ, Matsui gets another two run hit, a double this time. He is single handedly turning this thing into a slobberknocker.
But, Howard awakes from his lengthy slumber with a a two run paint scraper. Dare I dream and place my hopes upon the fragile mantle of a late game gear shift into offensive overdrive? Could I be that foolish? There's a very slim window between Pettite starting to fall off and Rivera coming in to lock shit tight.
Rivera steps in during the eighth with one in the outhouse. Ibanez, who is probably a satanist, gets a doubleday but it amounts to zilch.
Victorino's prolonged valiance as the 27th out brings the fartknockers onto the field with turgid gusto and the vicious reality of a truly shitty season is complete.
There's always next year, bumbaclaat.
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