A coworker asked me today if I was nervous about the Yankees-Twins playoff game tonight.
Of course I am. Yes, the Yankees are at home, had a better record than the Twins and have gotten the better of them recently, it’s one game, and anything can happen in one game.
The conversation turned to whether games like tonight’s — three-plus hours where every pitch could be the difference between moving on and going home — are “fun.” Of course it’s not fun. It’s gut-wrenching agony, knowing that one bad pitch or one instance of not scoring with runners on first and second with no one out (tonight would not be a good night for the return of the #rispfail hashtag) could mean the end of the season. Tonight is going to be a difficult evening.
Then the conversation reached its obvious conclusion … that the jangled nerves are what make it fun.
That being said, if Luis Severino is dealing and the Yankees score eight runs in the first few innings, that would be fun, too …
… although I’d spend the rest of the game worried they’ll blow it.