Tuesday, May 13, 2003
Angels 10, Yankees 3
You’d think as I got older, I’d be more even-keeled, and I wouldn’t take the losses as hard. You’d think. I didn’t take this loss too hard, but I did throw a chair last October, and I killed a coworker on Sunday. Well, maimed. But they’re still in ICU, so let’s not lose hope.
Unfortunately, as I’ve gotten used to the Yankees being the best team in baseball, I’ve gotten less tolerant of failure. It’s a damn shame, too, because I get less enjoyment out of the victories now, too. I wish I could go back to the days when the Yankees sucked, and a three-run homer to win a game in the bottom of the ninth would have me floating for a week. Yeah, cry me a river. It’s like asking to be an awkward teenage virgin again when you’re dating a supermodel.
Not really much can be said about tonight’s game. It was only a matter of time before Mussina pitched a lousy game, at least it was against the Angels and not the Red Sox.
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