Ah, Wrigley Field. One of the great places to watch a Major League Baseball game. The hand-turned scoreboard. The rooftop seats. Day games. Ivy. Beautiful Wrigley Field.
I've never been to Wrigley Field. I've never seen the scoreboard or the seats or the ivy, except on television, and on television it looks just like any other ballpark. Nothing special at all.
Hopefully that will change for me in the near future. But right now, the only beauty I see is the series win for the Yankees this past weekend.
The Cubs played the Yankees tough up until the final innings of the last game. I wasn't expecting that at all. I really thought it would be a cakewalk.
When Doug Davis shut them down in the first game, I was shocked. I know, I shouldn't have been. After all, as the old saying goes, "You can't predict baseball."
I waited to exhale during most of the second game but breathed a little easier when when Brett Gardner threw Carlos Pena out at the plate. I laughed when Russell Martin showed Pena the ball after the ump called him out. Last night was another nail-biter until Nick Swisher broke the game open with his three-run homer.
Swisher and Gardner both had great series and have been a successful platoon in the leadoff spot. I think the writing's on the wall as far as where Derek Jeter bats when he comes off the DL.
But will Joe Girardi read that writing? I doubt it.
Next up: the Cincinnati Reds. I'm kind of disappointed that the Yankees won't be seeing Aroldis Chapman during this series. But they'll see their old friend, former Yankee Miguel Cairo, and the reigning NL MVP, Joey Votto. The Reds are a pretty decent team. They're better than the Cubs.
What does that mean? Nothing—except that you can't predict baseball.