Geez, that game last night was an emotional roller-coaster ride that I'd prefer not to go through again. (Please.) I really hoped Mussina would make history, having the perfect game going into the 7th, but that's just not realistic against Boston. But to go from 8-0 to 8-7 in an instant, holy crap!
But the Yankees pulled it out thanks to Bernie coming through with 2 down in the 8th.
Giant props to Mariano Rivera who travelled all day from Panama, after funerals for his lost family members, got to Yankee Stadium and into the bullpen in the 5th, only to be called upon in the 8th to stop the bleeding. I was worried, as were all Yankees I'm sure, about Mo's emotional state going into the game. But he came through. There has never been any like Marino. Thanks Mo.
The best part of the whole game, with the exception of getting the win of course, was the boo-hoo look on big mouth Schilling's face in the dugout. He looked like he was gonna cry, poor baby. It was great when the Yankees shut him up. So much for him shutting up the 57,000 New York fans.
Tonight it's Princess Pedro's turn to be shut up. Who's your daddy, Pedro?
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