It's almost cute seeing Yankees fans and Tony Massarotti alike getting their panties in a huge twist over Manny "showboating" after his homer last night. Now, truth be told, I didn't see it, since after A-Rod's homer (in which he thought he hit a pop-up, Jesus Christ), we turned the dial to VH-1 to learn more about Judas Priest rather than watch that shitbird circle the bases. By the time we turned back much, much later it was 7-4. All I saw Manny do was say, with two on in the bottom of the eighth, "I'm afraid all of my three-run homers are used up for the nonce, my good lads, but please take this one-run double as a token of my sympathies."
However, let's say this was the worst showboating ever to happen. Let's say this was worse, somehow, than the showboating he did after hitting a three-run jack off Barry Zito in the 2003 ALDS (although I really don't see how that's possible). Guys? It's a game. It. is. a. game. These are not parliamentary proceedings. It's not a goddamn tea party. It's a game--a game in which men with an over-developed sense of competition and otherworldly talent behave aggressively toward one another. Grow a set and get the hell over it.
Yanks fans don't even seem to realize that we lost a heartbreaker last night--that even my sarcastic, "Well, there's two men on now so it's time for the inning to be over" remarks turned out to be completely accurate, no matter how many times it happened. Thirteen men LOB. Apparently Tim Wakefield slept with somebody's wife or something, so we can't really be expected to get him any runs. We made Jaret effin' Wright look like Cy Young, and three times--THREE TIMES--had the tying run at the plate following Show Pony's homer.
But Yankees fans apparently would rather whine about how victimized they are over Manny's "showboating." Uh, ok.
Meanwhile, it's like I said to Alex Belth when he emailed me the other day: these teams play to a draw unless a conclusion is forced. So, having the series tied going into the third game isn't much of a surprise, although you do wonder what they'll think of next in terms of getting to that point. It's anybody's game tonight.
I'm on vacation right now, so I can't guarantee posting will be timely, but I'll do my best.
P.S. Looks like I'm guilty, myself, of getting caught up in the Manny hysteria, as I forgot to write about Papelbon vs. Sheffield last night. I thought Sheffield's bat was just going to keep going around without him and knock his head right off on some of those swings. From this point forward, Jonathan should only be fed on crystal stemware, like that cat on the Sheba commercial. He is a precious, precious thing. And I treasure him.