Haven't Needed to Check Reality in a While

It's true: Happiness does breed complacency. The busy season at work is breathing down my neck, but truthfully I haven't been writing about the Yankees because I've been so satisfied watching them lately. (Let me be clear that this has nothing to do with being fair-weather, but more to do with the fact that I'm at my best when I'm complaining. Just asked my husband. He thinks it's the greatest show on earth when I get up in arms about something.)

But, recently, with the Yankees, it's been a big 'ole love fest. Until last night.

I didn't mind that they lost the last game in Seattle. It's crappy luck when three pitchers all don't have it on the same day. But last night was some lazy-*** ****. Things I did not like:

• Managing to leave every man on base who got into scoring position.
• Getting the feeling you get with a number-9 hitter every time A-Rod came up.
• The atrocious double play A-Rod hit into with the bases loaded and maddeningly weak hacks by others
  
• The swinging-at-the-first-pitch fest that had me tucked into bed at 12:15 a.m. I've never seen a Yankees game end that fast. 

(BTW - Derek Jeter is always exempt from these critiques in my world, mostly because he just keeps hitting the ball no matter what goes on.)
 
There are nights when you think your team ran into a buzzsaw. And then there are nights when your pitcher balks in a run and your offense looks like they'd rather be playing cards in the clubhouse. At least they didn't have to tax the bullpen. It looked like it might happen in the fourth, but A.J. miraculously recovered his cool. The offense? Not so much.

Still, the Oakland A's are no buzzsaw. We have the Angels and apparently the Rangers for that. So, pretty please, boys can we get the mojo back tonight? I know you'll be okay in the long run but it's best not to let the lazy become ingrained.