Imagine my surprise; no one is minding the store. Here we are in Port Angeles, Washington, 3200 miles away and I have to hold down the fort.
We were only able to see one game that was broadcast on the Blue Jays network. Two clowns who obviously didn't do their homework. When Girardi took Chamberlain out after 3 innings, as planned, these guys speculated for two innings what injury Joba had. I almost made a long distance call to ease their feeble minds. They raved on and on what asuper great pitcher Halladay is and how he ALWAYS makes the Yankees look silly. ...ALWAYS. Gues they forgot the two pastings the Yanks gave Halladay the last 2 times out.
Posada still looks like everybody throws too fast for him to get in front of anything. When you miss a pitch that hits the umpire in the arm, it's a strong clue that you've lost it. Someone has to work on that ball-strike count thing with him, too. 3strikes and you're out, four balls and you walk, Jorge.
We're off again tomorrow for Portland, Oregon, and points east. Go Yanks!
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