There are so many better ways to spend an evening — a nice dinner, a good ball game, family time, a movie, time with friends, maybe even your house of worship. A near-monsoon in the Bronx is probably not an ideal place for most, nor would a hospital ER. And that’s what happened in my world.
Tonight’s game was “dry delayed” for 50 minutes at the start of the game because of the threat of weather. And when it did finally start the game, starting pitcher Hiroki Kuroda was his usual self through the first three innings. In the fourth inning, two singles made room for an easy Boston run on a ground out to put the Red Sox ahead 1-0. On the first pitch of the fifth inning, one of Boston’s weaker hitters hit his first home runs of the season to left field and the score was 2-0 Boston. As the predicted rain finally began to fall, power hitter David Ortiz slammed a long home run towards the Bleacher Creatures in Section 203 (or what was left of them due to the rain) to settle Boston in at 3-0 before the rain made it impossible to continue the inning.
The umpires halted play shortly thereafter, and the tarp was brought out for 37 minutes. When the game resumed, Boone Logan was brought in to close out the top of the inning before play was called again due to another rain delay. The Yankees, easily stymied by tonight’s Red Sox pitcher (who only allowed 2 Yankee hits all 5 1/2 innings), were never able to get their revenge, as the game was called in the middle of the 5th inning giving Boston tonight’s win — officially 3-0 in 6 innings.
In the middle of the second rain delay, I found myself in that lovely place called the Emergency Room. No broken bones but a sprained wrist has me on my own personal DL for a few weeks. By the time I walked out with a splint on my hand, the game had been called and the ugly black monstrosity on my wrist further symbolized the defeat of the day — my own and the Yankees. (But my doctor’s son is a Yankees’ fan, so if you come across this, your mom was nice, hello to you, and thanks for reading my blog!)
It’s never easy to admit defeat, or watch a loss, or watch hopes of potential late victory wash away in the deluge. And it’s especially hard to do all those things when you are up against a great rival like the Red Sox (least of all as a Yankee fan). But I suppose that’s part of the game, and I suppose that’s why there are more than a handful of games to be played in a season. I think it gives teams more than their fair share of attempts to prove that they are worth the postseason, not only to their fans but to themselves. You don’t see that a lot in other professional sports, and it’s part of the reason that I love baseball.
So if baseball continues to be a metaphor for life, it is those many chances that we get throughout a season in life to prove that we are worth those extra innings, those extra games, those extra investments. And isn’t that what we always want — to prove to the people we care about that we are worth caring about?
This season hasn’t been easy on any team with the weather, the DL, and countless other factors have plagued just about every team in the league. Even teams that should be on top (and I’m not calling anybody out in particular) clearly are victims of bad timing, or circumstance, or even bad luck (if you want to call it that). Perhaps that’s why I wait to draw my conclusions about particular teams until there is actually time to draw conclusions given proper information. Assumptions can only get you so far, and honestly they are usually wrong. Most pre-season or even early season predictions are just assumptions based on incomplete facts. We haven’t even hit the halfway point (the All-Star break), and the Yankees are still due a good portion of their team off the DL in the next few months at the latest. And really, who know what’s going to happen? And isn’t that part of the fun — the not knowing?