Last May, the floundering Yanks found their spark after A-Rod pulled a "bush" move (ps: every time I hear that term I picture Dubya doing whatever it was that was called bush, i.e. hollering and pumping his fist on the mound a la Jobamania) in Tampa with the "MINE!" holler that jacked up what would have been an easy play for the third baseman and shortstop. After that game, the Yanks pulled themselves up by their bootstraps (cleatstraps?) and turned their season around in grand fashion, making it to the playoffs after some pessimists had counted them out.
This year, Girardi took matters into his own hands:
It worked, too: moments after his Piniella-esque tantrum, Cano stepped up to the plate and laid down the game winning RBI single.
When was the last time a Yankees manager showed such passion? Certainly not our dear pat-on-the-back-lovin' Torre. Will this be the spark the Yankees needed?? Methinks tis certainly a good omen - I'm suddenly ready to lay a bet down
on my team!
Labels: haha...ha., happy time