Between them, Burnett and Phil Hughes allowed just 1 hit through the 1st 8. Still, the Yanks didn't score. It was as if both teams used up all their runs last night.
The Yanks can't score tonight. A-Rod has already choked 3 times in the clutch leading up to this 15th inning. Surely, he's not going to come through now.
Every time I trust him in the clutch, he chokes; but whenever I give up on him, that is when the bum comes through in the clutch!
Swung on, and driven deep to left-center field! It is high! It is far! It is gone! It's an A-Bomb! From A-Rod! Ballgame over! Yankees win! THEEEEEEEE YANKEES WIN!
Two-nil! We beat The Scum, two-nil! We beat The Scum, two-nil! We beat The Scum, two-nil!
I still don't like A-Rod, and, yes, he did use steroids, but as they used to say in Brooklyn, he may be a bum but he's our bum.
Home Run Number 573, tying Harmon Killebrew, a one-dimensional player, but what a performance in that dimension!
Burnett, who started this game 6 1/2 hours ago, just gave him the pie! As Brooklyn Dodger fan Jackie Gleason used to say, "Mmmmm, how sweet it is!"
Not to mention A-Rod hit it to the Moon! (Well, to the Sox bullpen, anyway.) BANG! ZOOM!
But you'll never get me to say to A-Rod, "Baby, you're the greatest!"
The Magic Number to clinch the A.L. East is 57.