I Am the Yankees Good Luck Charm.
So over the course of this season I've slowly begun to notice a trend whenever I watch the Yankees. Whenever I watch the Yankees they win. It's really as simple as that. Not even going to pretend to sell myself short here. The Yankees need me just as much as they need a third basemen. Now, what is this claim without some cold hard evidence? Nothing. So here it is:
Last night I was watching the game full through up until the double steal where Jacoby swiped home and the Yanks collected their seventh run of the game. At this point, the Yankees were winning 7-0. Game's in the bag, no biggie, so I decide to call it a night and enjoy a hefty glass of Merlot on the back deck. I kid you not, the second I stepped outside Trumbo started the 7th with a ding sauce, and when I came back in about 4 minutes later Jonesy was rounding third about to make it a 7-6 ballgame. Shit was diabolical to say the least. My mind had been thoroughly fucked at that point, so I planted my ass where it belonged to ensure that this shit show of an inning didn't continue. It didn't, obviously, because I was watching. The next inning, A-Rod knocks in a quickie with a dribbler up the middle and Chapman took care of the rest.
It honestly feels like the Yankees are that dog that freaks out whenever you leave the room and won't shut up until you come back and pay attention to them. I literally left the room for no more than six minutes and the Yankees had taken a hot steamy one all over that 7 run lead. The second I sit down and pay attention again, they start playing actual baseball. I don't why or how I was chosen to will this team to the promised land, but I do know that I WILL NOT rest until I have done just that. These eyes won't miss another second of Yankees baseball. LET'S GO.