I can't even repeat most of the conversations that took place between myself and my dad on the phone tonight--too ranty and profanity-laden. But I would like to note the following:
ME: Wait, where did they get this kid from?
MY DAD: Their Triple A team.
ME: What? Since when do they have pitching prospects? So you're telling me they just pulled, like, a Manny Delcarmen out of their asses?
MY DAD: Erm. Well. Actually, he's more like a--
ME: Don't say it.
MY DAD: --Papelbon.
ME: I DON'T WANT JONATHAN TO HAVE AN EVIL YANKEE TWIN!!
But apparently, he does. And his name, for the record, is Joba. It is pronounced "Jabba." And he looks like...I'm not even going to talk about who he looks like.
Meanwhile, I don't like saying I hate a member of my own beloved-to-tattered-pieces home team, but really, I am starting to full-on hate JD Drew. My Dad believes Tito and Manny are due "loss shares" as it were, as he believes that his new binky Kielty "with half a back would have a better at-bat than Hinske," and believes Manny "was embarrassed about his error so he took himself out of the game." But I personally am more than willing to put at least half the weight of this loss on the shoulders of JD Drew. Who struck out while representing the go-ahead run. Against a kid named Jabba.
But also. It was Daisuke.
OK. Let's not. It makes me upset.
Seriously, though, where did the Yankees get pitching all of a sudden?
P.S. King of the P.S. Section of this Blog Dustin Pedroia's killer dive-and-roll to end the second inning was easily the most delightful thing I've seen on a baseball infield this season. And this article (HT to Texas Gal) is among the most delightful things I've ever read on the Internet. Choice quote: "His intent is very easily seen."