That’s what I’m talking about!
Because as miserable as it is to lose to the Yanks, it’s ridiculously awesome with an equal magnitude to beat them. There’s really not much more to say. If we could only beat one team this year and we could pick which one, I don’t know who wouldn’t pick the Yanks.
I’ll start with Lester, who pitched spectacularly. He pitched seven solid innings during which he gave up only one run on five hits while walking two and striking out four. That one run was the result of a solo shot he allowed with two out in the fourth. It was basically the only big mistake he made. Other than that, the Yanks had nothing on him. His cut fastball was biting and moving as well as it has ever done. Naturally he got the win, because he completely deserved it.
And now I’ll move to the hitters, who gave Lester enough backing this time to pull out the W. We didn’t waste any time, either. It was like we smelled a win and wanted to make sure it was actually true. Crawford singled in the first, and then Gonzalez unloaded on a fastball. It was his fourth pitch, and the count was 2-1. It ended up in left field like it was his job. Which it is. And when he does it, he does it exceptionally well. Red Sox hitter goes yard against the Evil Empire. What a refreshing sight to see!
Ciriaco singled and scored on a double by Punto in the fifth, and then last but not least, Podsednik singled to lead off the ninth, moved to third on a double by Ciriaco, and then scored on a wild pitch.
And last but not least, we couldn’t have done it without a hold each from Bailey and Breslow, who pitched the eighth, and a save from Aceves, who pitched the ninth.
So the final score was 4-1. It wasn’t much. It wasn’t a slugfest or any other lopsided score by any means. It wasn’t an enormous statement of dominance. But it was a win. It was a win against the Yankees. And that’s a good a win as you can get. Not much else to say, really. I’m just going to revel in our Yankee-beating glory. Short and sweet and getting it done.