Tagged: my grandmother

Melky Mania, Apparently

Last night, I was taken away from The Boys when it was 4-4 in the fifth or so. What could possibly tear me away?
Pierce-Rondo.jpgEnough already with the crazy overtime games! Fifty-one points from Ray-Ray squandered!

While I was watching that (and an incredibly irritating episode of Survivor), the Yankees apparently were tearing it up.  I can’t lie – I liked the fact that the Bobby Abreu Defensive Follies worked in our favor this time.  I also enjoy Melky doing well, but I feel for Brett Gardner. I’m always a fan of the “gritty, gutty” players, as Pete Abraham likes to call him. I hope there will be a place for him at some point. I mean, Johnny Damon’s arm couldn’t throw out my grandmother.  She’s pretty spry for an 80-year-old.

In other news, Nick Swisher doesn’t even really need to try anymore in terms of winning me over. It’s in the bag. But he just keeps showering down the awesomeness anyway. Take this little bit from Kevin Devaney of LoHud who blogged the game last night in place of Pete A.:

“Swisher’s collage was completed by tonight’s return to the stadium. He
cut out pictures of every teammate and taped them all together on the
right side of his locker. Most of the players are in snazzy suits.

In addition to being The Man, he’s also an aspiring artist. I’m so hooked.

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