I want to give some background on how much I love New York. When I was a little kid, I was given a book. It’s about a foot and half long by about normal book height. It’s pages and pages of crystal clear colorful aerial photographs of New York City. The photographs were taken before 9/11. I remember leafing through that book and thinking “wowww” and falling even more in love with New York. I looked up to my Derek Jeter poster and knew why I was a Yankee fan. What a cool place. The book is called “Above New York” and I encourage readers to check it out here:
While everyone else puts the NFL Draft for a season that might not even happen under the microscope, this Yankee fan is nervous. When it comes to my baseball and my team, little more is important to me. My family, occasionally (haha) my boyfriend, sometimes eating, rarely sleeping. Some view this as a character flaw. I forgive them. I view it as a unique trait that very blatantly shows my loyalty. I have been a Yankee fan since I was 5. I was raised by a Braves fan and for awhile I was one (I still root for them), but I broke off when I saw the team from New York who kept beating up on the team I was taught was supposed to be the best. I had no concept of money then. I may be an Iowan, I may be a fan of the most hated team in baseball…but none of it has ever, and never will…bother me.
We should have won yesterday. We should have won today. Our bullpen is giving games up. Not only that but we can’t continue to think we can just hit home runs and win games. Especially solo shots. I saw a lot of what I have been seeing lately: slumps. Base hit slumps. I feel bad for Nova because he pitched beautifully tonight but still lost. Just like A.J. lost last night. Not to mention the rest of the division is catching up. We can’t continue doing this and worst of all: at home.
I wasn’t able to watch the game yesterday as I was flying home from spending the Easter holiday with my family in Des Moines. For those of you who aren’t aware, my mom’s side of the family lives in the Des Moines area and my father lives in Omaha. My dad is an airline pilot so I’m able to fly back and forth via a stop in Minneapolis. It’s a two hour drive, I know. But flying is free and I love it. I love airports, too. Justin and I live about 5-10 minutes east of Omaha in Iowa. We’ll soon be moving to Cedar Falls, IA which is 2 hours north of Des Moines to attend the University of Northern Iowa. I attended UNI my freshman year but moved out here to be close to Justin and because I struggled my first year. I’m excited to be going back. My major is criminology and once I graduate, I’m going into law enforcement.
Two off days and a delay. Slow slow week for me and baseball. The Toronto loss made it seem even longer. Now they play Baltimore, it’s the first inning and they’re up by 3. Long game?
I kept waking up with the thought in my head: what a weird night, Mariano Rivera blows a save. Toss. Turn. How will I blog about this? Toss. Turn.
Oh, the Rangers. There are plenty of teams in baseball who can’t ever be counted out. They’re the teams that play more aggressive small ball, aren’t phased by any player and any legacy, and just plain out play baseball. The great thing about baseball is that every year there seems to be a team who doesn’t seem to belong in the playoffs by everyone’s regular standards. As it stands now, the playoffs would be:
I can’t say enough about tonight’s game.