The Indians turned to their secret weapon last night: insects. It's hard to believe that gnats are still active in October, but that's global warming, I guess.
Joba should have taken a time out and called for a towel. Either that, or Joe Torre or Ron Guidry (or Posada) should have called time out and taken a towel out to Joba. It was clear that he was being attacked by bugs, and he kept trying to wipe his face on his sleeve, and his sleeve was covered with bug spray. It was a freakin' mess.
With the man on third, I kept saying, "Call time out and wipe your face and hands with a towel." But he never did. Then he threw several pitches in the dirt, allowing the runner to score.
Joba's face and neck were covered with bugs. It looked like he was in hell.
So, my little venture into rooting for the Yankees has been met with misery. Who knows? Maybe they can win three in a row...
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You're right, that whole scene was utterly bizarre. Joba has been unhittable all year, and was that game as well, but was done in by the gnats. That shit happens to 22-year old gods - he was getting too close to the heavens.
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