M T thoughts....

M T thoughts of a season past, don’t seem as hollow when you get a chance to see and experience what you love – a baseball game in the Bronx in October. Having spent almost the entire season - since the beginning of summer in second place chasing the front-running Red Sox the Yanks unexpected backdoor en’trant to the playoffs is in no doubt testament to the heart and will of this ball club to once again be champions in the hearts and minds of fans stranded by a season’s past. A season marred by personal injuries and constant reassessment of its line-up culminated Sunday night in a must win game for the Boys from the Bronx. Facing elimination in the first round of the playoffs, in a game that had more low lights than highlights but all the competitive hype of a middle-eastern election the Yanks prevailed 3-2 over the Angels.

It was a nice try by the opposing pitcher First name Lackey who at first proved formidable and was by no means a lackey in any stretch of the imagination. This Anaheim Angel in disguise served up his own version of devils food cake spoon feeding it to Yankee batters, fooling them again and again keeping the bombers off balance and hitless for 3 straight innings and scoreless for 5. Reaching into their gut, the Yanks did what they needed to do and played fundamental ball scratching out three runs for the win and forcing a decisive game 5.

There’s no solace for Red Sox fans watching theses games or reading this post. Your honeymoon of a past championship came crashing to an end in early October.

I'm Sorry Randy

Maybe someone didn't tell you meatballs are not on the fall menu. So why the fuck you serving up like it's your job? For the Yank's it's time to bring home the Chacon.

How Sweep It Is

Bye, bye, Boston. The 2004 World Series chumps were sent packing by the Chicago White Sox in a humiliating 3 game sweep of the Red Sox Nation. The Red Sox were sent home early after their 5-3 loss in front of a packed crowd of the Feway faithful. My condolences...NOT!

The early exit by the Red Sox was made even sweeter for Yankee fans do to the stellar middle relief performance by former Yankeee Orlando Hernandez El Duque aka. The Duke of Hurl. Hernandez delivered a key performance and was called in middle relief at the games most crical point. The tide was turning and Boston was creeping back into the game pulling within one run after a Fanny Ramierez solo home run when White Sox manager Ozzie Guillman summoned El Duque from the bull pen. With bases full of Bostonians and no outs the momentem of the game was definately turning in favor of Boston the energy was high and stakes couldn't be higher. El Duque from the hill with his signatory leg kick recorderd three straight crucial outs, stranding all three Red Sox base runners and essentially putting the kabash on the Red Sox rally. Why did we ever get rid of this guy Cashman? Less we forget the 1999 ALCS championship game in which El Duque in Yankee pinstripes delivered his first season ending blow to the Boys of Beantown? We gotta get this guy back. So, thank you Chicago White Sox and Congratulations to those South Side Chicago fans and manager Ozzie Guillman who has done an outstanding job turning this ball club around.

Big Unit delivers message to RedSox Nation

Ranndy Johnson (The Big Unit) delivered a decisive"Fuck You" to Boston fans yesterday as the Yanks clinched their 8th straight AL East title in front of a sell out crowd at Fenway.


Thr Big Unit gave up 3 runs in 7 1/3 innings, striking out 8 and scattering 5 hits after a tumultuous 1st inning in which essentialy the Yanks handed back a three run top of the first lead to Boston after Fanny Ramierez went yard with a two run blast. Johnson buckled down getting himself out of two jams of bases full of Bostonians. As the game went on Johnson found his rythym, fastballs began clocking in at 95-96 mph and his deadly slider as if guided by satelite GPS started homing in on Boston's beleagured line up. Despite several questionable pitches that were called balls by home plate umpire Gary Darling that just missed on the inside corners and a trip to the mound by Flannery - warning Johnson to stop glarring at the ump b/c it wasn't helping his cause. Johnson (17-8) buckled down, striking out the side in the sixth to set up Mariano Rivera.

As for Wakefield, who got off to an even rockier start, his knukler wasn't getting the kind of movement you expect from the 11 year veteran. Yankee batters also noticeably back in the batters box waiting on Wakefileds pitches like Piranha going after guppies.

It's no doubt why Joe Torre had sun glasses on in the RedSox dugout during the celebration. Tears fell from from the Yankee skipper as drops of Korbel champagne dripped from every pinstripe player. A season where the Yanks started out 11-19 after last seasons playoff trauma and a season also marred by countless injuries - this was definately one of the toughest seasons for the Boys in The Bronx .

Champions

I don't want to brag or anything or rub salt in any Bostonian's wounds, but if you look at the very first entry when this blog was first created - like Nostradomus, I predicted this inevitable outcome. Looks like someone is one loss from riding pine. Who's laughing now bitch.

I-Pody

No Battery Power Remains

Please Connect IPod to Battery Source

No Battery Power Remains

Please Connect IPod to Battery Source

No Battery Power Remains

Please Connect IPod to Battery Source

Over and over and over. Again and again and again.

Will somebody PLEASE fucking connect Steve Jobs to his increasingly pissed off and shrinking IPod customer base. I-Pody the biggest piece of shit I ever bought.

Lights Out Sinatra

I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. I'm talking about the free juice...electricity in Sinatra Park in Hoboken. This secret source of publicly available electricty is known by only a handful of us park rats. Well, I guess now that they cut the juice I guess it really doesn't fucking matter if I tell you where it was located. On the left hand side of the park at the end of the lawn near the water. There along the cement wall is an outlet and breaker box, both of which are protected by a metal enclosure and lock. I found this box of juice a few years ago while at movies in the park one night. I went down to the park the following weekend to explore this source and to my amazement the flimsy metal doors and their locks were to my good fortune busted. I plugged in my radio to tune into the Yankee game and no luck, no juice. I flipped a few switches to try and reset the breakers inadvertantly turning on and off the parks lights, fountain and sprinkler system by accident No, I didn't notice the people who had been sunning themselves running for cover and screaming like little school girls who got their panties all wet. If you were one of those people who's picnic I ruined that day; my belated appologies. NOT! Finally, I found the right combo of switches and presto...I got game. I used this secret source everytime I went to the park laying my blanket right next to the oulet plugging in my laptop, radio or recharging my piece of shit I-pod - I got one of the bad ones that doesn't hold a freakin charge for more then one song. Although, I only told only a handful of people about my discovery I noticed over the years more and more people were catching on. By the 4th of July weekend this year it reached its breaking point. I'd go down to my spot to plug in and I'd find there would already be at least two people already there plugged in using the juice. It was getting ridiculous. It was getting very competitive like one of those shrinking water holes in the Serengity where you see water buffalo and zebras fighting for position. This one guy would pull up daily to recharge his electric bicycle which in my view is not exactly being discreet. This other ass-clown brings down a car battery charger and his dead car battery to re-juice. All this activity made me nervous..these fucknuts were going to blow it for everyone. I knew the end was near when last weekend I was in my spot listening to game when all of a sudden park ranger Rick (let's just call him Dick Head pulls up in his tart-cart full of garbage and tells me to unplug. I protest citing - no where in the "park rules" is it posted that you can't use the electricity - I mean it's part of the park, I pay taxes why the fuck not chico. Dick Head storms off in his three wheeler having not had the last word...yet. So last weekend I go to plug in and wouldn't ya fuckin know it, new metal doors with brand spankin new locks to match. So game over, it's lights out in Sinatra Park. Thanks again to all the jackasses who ruined a good thing. If I had a tazer gun I'd give you 1000 volts of free electricity by shooting you once in the balls and a second time up your ass till you shat pudding out of every orphis of your damn body.

Me Little League 1978 (bottom right)