That Premio ain’t sittin’ too good

Just got back from the game against the Orioles tonight. Once again, it was a scary 9th inning, first for Kyle Farnsworth (who knew a 1/3 full stadium could boo so loud?) and then by Mariano. Regardless, Hughes pitched well enough before all that to make sure the Yankees could win, 8-5. Detroit and Boston both lost, so the Yankees lead by 3-1/2 in the Wild Card and trail Boston by 3-1/2 in the AL East. Is the East over? I dunno, 12 games are left now, and anything can happen.

More importantly than all that, I got a Premio, a footlong, and some cheese fries that are sitting like a brick in the bottom of my stomach. Combine that with that grimy feeling you get from riding the LIRR and the subway, and I’m feeling pretty shitty at the moment. Whatever though, the Yankees won, I got to hear “Enter Sandman” and had my chance to boo Kyle Farnsworth and tell Nick Markakis he sucks (I know he heard me).