There, I said it. I feel pretty dirty about it, but here, I guess, my near-morbid fascination with pitching in general outweighs even my disgust for pinstripes. The man is just a beautiful pitcher, from the decadent body language he uses to deliver--the deep flamingo bow with men on base and the cartwheeling way he executes the knuckle-curve--to the true payoff, his accuracy and control. He's cunning and deceptive and an astonishing thing to watch, and I have nothing but the utmost respect for the way he's reinvented himself as he's slowed with age. Mike Mussina is the real deal, and while he had a losing record against the Sox last year, I admit I fear him. Historically, he's been a Red Sox killer, no doubt.
That, Steinbrenner's tantrum, and the fact that generally when these two teams play, they play to a draw until and unless a conclusion is forced, mean I'm not all that surprised they lost last night.
I am a little taken aback at how mediocre Schilling looked, and it's always going to hurt me when our stout blonde hero is conquered by the likes of A-Rod and Posada. I also can't help but just remove Giambi's two runs from the equation (as I do whenever that roided-up ape goes yard, since it just plain shouldn't still be happening, because the guy shouldn't be playing the game, period)--the Yanks would still have been up 4-3 without him, but 4-3 and 6-3 can be very different.
Hopefully the pendulum swings back our way tonight.
P.S. As long as I am saying ridiculously nice things about Yankees-related people, Alex Belth has outdone himself again with an interview of NY sportswriter and book author Joel Sherman today.
*Believe it or not, I found that pic through GIS at a page of "famous Delts", i.e. members of the Delta Tau Delta fraternity. They prob. stole it from somewhere else, too, but didn't credit.