Tino Martinez and I have reached an agreement: I'll keep lambasting him so long as he keeps hitting those game-winning home runs. We're both dialed in, so to change this successful formula would be a mistake.
I was at the game last night, and I was just as surprised when Tino hit it as I was when Jason Giambi homered on Sunday--which is to say, not very suprised at all. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it immensely; I'm not THAT jaded. It was a textbook Yankee moment, seemingly provided for the benefit of my guests, who were unfamiliar with the team, not to mention the sport (two of them are British). After scoring two runs early, they fell behind, then waited out the Devil Rays' starting pitcher, Joe Kennedy. As soon he got tired, it was single, single, homer, ballgame.
That's the Yankees in a nutshell: just when you think you're safe, the nice orange kitty-cat with the black stripes will rip your throat out.
