Being a teacher, I always find it difficult to keep up with Yankee games as we head into the end of May. There are just too many end-of-the-school-year events and curriculum pieces that have to be completed. And there’s only so much time. So for the past two weeks, I really haven’t been listening to or watching the Bombers. But every morning with my cup of coffee, I pick up the Boston Globe and check out the sports scores. And every morning, this is what it looks like:
It seems that during every game somebody gets injured. A line drive to the leg. A pulled groin. A broken finger. A bad back. A bruised ego. The hits just keep on coming. The Yanks are dropping like zombies in a bad horror movie. And yet we are still fighting for first place in the AL East. (As I write this, I’m listening to the Yankees play the Mets. John Sterling just announced that Reid Brignac got a hit. I had to stop and think, “Is he on our team?”) I’m not sure if the Baseball Gods are laughing at our injuries or are laughing at the teams we beat.
We’ve made it through almost a third of the season with this patched lifeboat of players. And the regular crew is getting closer to joining the party. Teixeira and Youkilis are getting ready to play in the minors. Joba was back tonight. Stewart played tonight. And Jeter…well, I recently saw a picture of him getting coffee at Starbucks…but he looked good. To paraphrase the Blues Brothers, no one said getting the band back together was going to be easy. But it’s gonna happen.
It gets late early out there.