Why I love the Yankees

All right, so the Yankees are having a terrible year - I admit that. And they are rattling around the bottom of the AL East (Tampa Bay? Seriously?) With A-Rod back in the line-up, the Yankees should have had plenty of hitting off the Orioles starter last night and the game should have been sealed up early (as it was on Wednesday). However, since the Yankees can't get their act together, they only eked out one run in the first eight innings. By some miracle, Kennedy and Farnsworth were able to hold it together with just one Orioles run (although Kennedy did provide some scary moments) to get the game to Mariano who held it in the top of the ninth.

So there we were, in the bottom of the ninth, freezing our butts off having sat out in the wind and cold for four hours, just praying that the game would end so we could go home. And that of course is when the fun really starts. Although the mighty A-Rod struck out, Matsui's single and Abreu's walk gave the Yankees their opening, bringing the crowd to its feet. When the ump called a ridiculous foul tip, Girardi really got the crowd going by throwing his hat around, kicking up dust and screaming loud enough to get himself kicked out. Then Cano's single brought in the winning run and the crowd really let loose. There was plenty of screaming, cheering, jumping and singing ("it's up to you New York!") - I managed to lose my voice in the mayhem.

So the season may be bleak, the game should perhaps not have been that close but that one inning was the most fun I've had at the stadium in a long time. The singing and celebrating continued all the way into the subway as no one wanted to let go of that one little victorious moment. They may continue to lose but if they can pull together enough little moments like that I will keep on coming. After all, any game that ends with a Melky/Cano victory hug is absolutely irresistable.