Stacey's random baseball thoughts: Saturday edition

When I was about to go to sleep last night, I had an idea. I was going to write my thoughts about Curtis Granderson's latest bad luck injury. But when I woke up this morning, I realized it would probably just be one bad word and not enough to be made into an entire blog post. So a few minutes ago, after I started watching some clips of old baseball games, I decided to just write whatever came to mind about what I'm watching, what happened last night, today's weather, etc.

There's no rhyme or reason and I may go all over the place. Or I may actually write something coherent and thoughtful with some randomness thrown in there. You never know.



MLB has an MLB Classics channel on Youtube. There, you can find a ton of classic Yankee games - some good and some bad. So far today, I've watched portions of Game Four of the 2001 World Series and Game Seven of the 2003 American League Championship Series.

I happened to be lucky enough to attend Game Four of the 2001 World Series. It was part of my ticket plan back in the good old days and it was one of the best games I've been to in my life. I actually permanently damaged my vocal chords that night from screaming so much.

Was it worth it? Oh yes. And it was definitely worth the looks I got from people for nearly five days following that game when I was walking around Wilmington, North Carolina barely able to produce even a squeak from my lips then when my voice slowly came back and I sounded like some sort of satanic demon.

I'm not exaggerating at all. To this day, my voice is so weak that if I even talk too much, I'll wake up hoarse the next day. If I happen to go out to a place where it's loud and I have to talk over the noise, forget about it. My voice is done.

Again, it was worth it.

As for Game Seven of the American League Championship Series, I wasn't there. I was home, alone in my apartment in upper Manhattan watching the game. It's better that I'm alone at home watching playoff games. I can scream, clap, curse and carry on and not have to worry about offending people.

One of the things I remember from that night is that I didn't sit from the eighth inning on.

I was pacing back and forth, freaking out at every foul ball, getting annoyed at every Yankees' out and when Aaron Boone sent everybody home with a first-pitch, walkoff home run in the bottom of the 11th inning, I fell to my knees, nearly knocking all of my teeth out because I fell face first into one of my dining room chairs. I also scared my poor cats who were only one-year old at the time with my yelling and carrying on.

Was that worth it? Oh yes.

I remember my home phone and cellphone ringing at the same time. I was on the phone with my dad, then my friend Matt, who was a Red Sox fan, called to congratulate me. I always found that amusing. I'm not on the team and I didn't have anything to do with them winning the game so why congratulate me?

After the 2004 debacle, I wasn't a fan of seeing the Aaron Boone home run. I felt like it was diminished because of what happened in that next ALCS but I can say now that I was wrong.

While sitting here watching this game, I've come to a realization. The next year's ALCS doesn't in any way lessen the impact of Aaron Boone's home run or the Yankees' performance in that Game Seven.

Watching the Red Sox act like they won the game before it was over, seeing them hug each other in the dugout in the early part of the eighth inning and then seeing them in shock in the bottom of the eighth inning after Jorge Posada's game-tying double never gets old. And it can still be fun to watch even after what transpired in 2004.

The two series are completely different. 2003 was a dogfight, 2004 was a disaster.

Obviously, I prefer the dogfight. Everybody who roots for the Pinstripes does.


As much as I dislike watching the Yankees having to play games in Tampa, I'm happy they're not home this weekend. This weather is awful. It's like March in May. I feel bad for the people who had plans to go to the beach this holiday weekend.

We're up to Jorge Posada's double in the 2003 game. (I keep watching the bottom of the eighth inning over and over again. I can't help myself.)

"A flare into centerfield, out is Walker, he won't get it, the base running of Matsui, he comes home, nobody covers second. Tie game."

The Posada roar at second base is another highlight that you never get tired of seeing. Oh here comes Grady Little and there goes Pedro Martinez as he is booed when he walks off the mound.

I think the best thing about this game was that Fox let the moment play out after Boone hit his home run. There was no unnecessary chatter after Joe Buck's home run call. We were able to watch as the celebrations unfolded on the field.

"I would imagine that's the sentiment throughout, although the Boston Red Sox and the fans up in Boston and throughout New England will tell you they were five outs away in the eighth inning, leading by three, as Boone hits it to deep left. That might send the Yankees to the World Series. Boone a hero in Game Seven."

Then nothing. Just crowd noise and images of the Yankees celebrating on the field and the Red Sox, some slinking out of the dugout and others remaining there, sitting on visiting bench in utter disbelief that the Yankees had pulled it off.

Here's the link if you feel like watching it.

Since it's a dreary and cool Saturday here in New York and the Yankees aren't scheduled to play until 4:10 so you can spend some of the afternoon reliving the fun.

And here's the link to Game Four of the 2001 World Series.