The two decisions in question were Reilly's failure to call for a rain delay until after the game was already tied in the ninth (despite pitcher J.J. Putz clearly struggling to grip the ball) and, more notably, his safe call on Jorge Posada's one-out grounder to second that preceded Damon's game-tying sac fly.
You have every right to be upset. Still, if you look closely, you can see my index fingers sliding across the nails of my thumbs, playing "My Heart Bleeds for You." In the AL's worst division, you're in last place; the Yanks are in a pennant race. So die in a fire.
PS: Does anyone have access to NYTimes Select? Because it seems A-Hole is the focus of an article that blasts him as a poseur (duh!), and hints that I may need to change "A-Hole to" "Gay-Hole," because of some topless photo shoot he recently posed for in Central Park's "Rambles," a notorious gay hookup site, splayed out on top of a rock all sweatychested in the sun sporting a "Yoo-hoo! Andy Sullivvaaan!" look in his eyes.
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