In today’s loss to the Angels, it was somebody named Moseley who stifled the bats. But it could have been any one on the LONG list of rookie and/or undistinguished pitchers we’ve faced this season. Feirabend. Morrow. Slowey. Feldman. Sarfate. Sowers. Hochevar. Who are these people who’ve masqueraded as Cy Young Award winners and why do the Yankees have so much trouble against them? We don’t score against Halladay and Beckett? I get that. But, with all due respect, Moseley shouldn’t have made us look so helpless today.
And then there’s K-Rod. Excuse me, but how can anyone give Joba grief for pumping his fist when this guy hogs the attention like he’s auditioning for some cheesy soap opera?
I’m in California, so I was forced to watch the Angels’ feed on TV, which only made the loss more sickening. I had to listen to how the Halos would be sitting in the clubhouse after the game, watching Texas play Seattle and seeing if they would clinch. Right. Like I want to hear about their champagne celebration.
Last year when I was following the Yankees for my book, we were on a roll and won the last game of the series against the Angels. Here I am in happier times. I was hoping we’d make the playoffs and we did. This year? I’m hoping we don’t come in fourth. Somehow.