For as long as I can remember watching television, I can remember watching sports. Whether it was the Giants, or the Rangers, or even the Knicks who were great when I was a young impressionable mind. I’ve always found much more interesting story lines in between the painted boundaries than I ever found on any television “shows.” It’s much more intense seeing something that no one else has ever seen, in comparison to something that was scripted, rehearsed, shot, re-shot, edited, re-edited, and aired. Don’t get me wrong, as I grew older, and HBO allowed David Chase to create “The Sopranos,” television has certainly found quality beyond athletic trials and tribulations, but even still, those good “shows” are few and far between, professional sports are still providing the greatest drama the world is allowed to see on a day-to-day basis.
Which brings me to my next point, I’ve been a sports fan for pretty much all twenty-three years of my life, and yet I’ve never seen any of my top four favorite teams in games that mattered. I’ve seen the New York Rangers play a preseason game against the Anaheim (still Mighty at the time) Ducks in Las Vegas, and I’ve caught the New York Knicks play a few Summer League games in California, and Vegas, but that’s pretty much all I’ve seen regarding the teams I truly love. I’ve seen the Mets, who I basically hate, play live in San Diego, and Atlanta, and I’ve seen the New Jersey Nets lose game four of the NBA Finals to the L.A. Lakers, which was cool because I had the chance to see Shaq celebrate a Championship, but I don’t give a damn about any of those teams. Yeah, Richard Jefferson, Kenyon Martin, and Jason Kidd were an awesome trio, but all three combined couldn’t compare to how much I would have rather of seen Kurt Thomas (my favorite Knick that era) play live. Then about a week ago my friend Kris called me, and I awoke to…
“So I’m looking at ALCS tickets…” and the rest is history. Come Monday morning, not even six o’clock, and I’m in the shower getting ready to see the greatest show my eyes may ever witness.

The greatest shirt I own, which I wore under my jersey
The ride to California was a rather painless one. I was accompanied by the aforementioned Kris, another gentlemen named Kris, and another friend of theirs named Allan. We listened to mostly Kings of Leon on shuffle due to Kris being the driver, and that being his favorite ear candy in his musical rotation. We traveled from Vegas to Anaheim in about four hours and some change I believe. Could have been longer, or faster, not really sure, I just know I wanted to be there before batting practice was over, but we had some stops to make coming into the stadium.
Stop #1: Adenhart Memorial

The man was killed on the same street we rode into the stadium’s entrance, the day he started a Major League Baseball game. The coward that did it still hasn’t stood trial, and no matter how much you love the Yankees, or aren’t into the Angels, there’s just no way you can boo a team that has lost a player in this nature.
Stop #2: Gene Autry Stare down

It’s not every day you get to shake hands with someone who shaped the current generation of baseball. Gene Autry was also an American League guy, which I consider myself, so I had to pay my respects…. Especially since I was going to be yelling, cursing, and jumping around like an idiot in his house.
Stop #3: BP

Nick Swisher hanging out at BP, not batting, which sums up his current problems, I feel.
We didn’t get to see a whole lot of batting practice, but we did see some, which is tons more than I’ve seen every other day of my life put together, so I’ll take it! It was cool to see some heads that aren’t exactly a part of the Playoff roster, Xavier Nady was just hanging out.

X-man with his back turned
Stop #4: Tour the stadium

Nolan Ryan, one of like 10 players I’ve seen, and wished wore pinstripes.
Kris showed me around the stadium he basically grew up in. Things aren’t as fan-friendly as they used to be according to my boy. He told me of this line you could race down, and you’d be able to race a light that clocked in at Darren Erstad’s time down the first base line, the line is still there, but there’s a table covering it now, which is ridiculous. Kris said there used to be a batting cage where you could see pitches that came out as fast as a pitcher of your choosing, which also doesn’t exist anymore. Overall, the stadium has great views from everywhere, so it’s certainly not a bad place, just sucks it’s not as extravagant as when Kris was a kid.
The Game

The Day’s starters.
I didn’t take many pictures during the game, I was too busy watching the greatness that was. For the record, I called Derek Jeter leading off with a home run, and all the Angels fans in my section heard me, and can attest to that. After that went down, the rest of the game was just gravy. Andy Pettite picking a dude off? That happened. Alex Rodriguez hitting a home run to center? That happened. Mariano Rivera and Mark Teixeria playing a two man game with no outs, and bases loaded? That happened. Saw Jorge, hit-hit, and Johnny Damon shut up the Boston fans that were sitting behind me. Hell, I got even more than I paid for, the game went into extra innings!

The last picture I took, to bookend the entire day with 42’s. Enter Sandman indeed.
I’m not sure if the best part of the game was just seeing Derek Jeter play defense, or not having to see Mike Scioscia’s fat face. I just know that I’m lucky to have seen the best game of the three in Anaheim, and that the Yankees have been in the lead of this series the whole time. Here’s hoping they close it out tomorrow in Yankee Stadium!
Yankees tie World Series or How I learned to Mute Joe Buck and Still Enjoy the Game on FOX
October 29, 2009They should put Artie in the booth with Buck, then I’d listen.
I know the number one focus after a game like that should be how great the New York Yankees are, and how A. J. Burnett pitched the best game of his career, but I can’t get past how annoying the broadcast team for FOX network is. I muted the game in the 8th inning of game one, and watched the five innings to start this game with Buck and Co. on mute. I must say I enjoy my IPod a lot more than the ramblings of Buck and McCarver. The major downside was not being able to hear the crowd, so I hope someday, there will just be a crowd mic that could be listened to instead of the broadcast crew. On to the actual on-field stuff.
I wish A. J. Burnett could have pie’d himself.
Mariano Rivera has not made it look supremely easy, but he has still produced. He’s made four 2+ inning World Series saves in his career. If he does it again, he will have the all-time record.
The New York Yankees are still Pedro Martinez’s daddy. You can say what you want, but the man with the gleaming hair gets the loss.
Rollins, Utley, and Howard combined for 0 hits and 5 strikeouts, four of which were Howard’s.
Derek Jeter and Hideki Matsui are the only Yankees with multi-hit games in this series. Matsui showed up in a gigantic way in game 2, and that’s why they call him Godizlla. The pitch Matsui hit for the homerun looked harmless until he launched it. Great piece of hitting.
Alex Rodriguez should have an error (on the Phillies lone run) to go along with his 0-8 and 6 strikeouts. If he’s going to make a play for the series M.V.P, he better do it quick.
Cole Hamels has given up 11 runs in his three starts this postseason, and has not once reached the seventh inning. Andy Pettitte has reached the 7th in all of his starts, and only gave up multiple runs once.
Saturday’s starter
Jerry Hairston Jr. didn’t set the world on fire, but he did get on base, something Nick Swisher used to do every game. I miss that Nick Swisher.
I cannot wait to watch a Yankees game on Halloween. It’s like my favorite thing in the baseball viewing world. Bring on game 3!