yanks win 1(***2) and fuck you, tiger!

so the Yanks finally win one, and i am beginning to realize that this team is full of maniacs. Burnett is kinda' creepy with that weird look on his face and the odd tattoos, Damon who won't argue with the umps because he doesn't want to upset his young children who may be watching at home, and Nick Swisher who is just totally nuts. (5 rbi on thursday). if you ask me this is exactly what the Yankees need, A PERSONALITY! the pinstriped businessmen act is getting old, they need to get back to the bronx zoo style of the late 70's, give me something to care about. now the circus travels to Kansas City, which will hopefully start a trend of the Yankees sweeping these triple a level teams and reserving their strength for games that matter with Boston and Tampa and whatever city the Angels are from this year. Pettitte vs. Ponson- my favorite Yankee work horse vs. my favorite drunken aruban dui court  judge puncher, this one should be over early..... (oh- and fuck you, tiger woods. slowly but surely you are tricking me into watching motherfucking golf. what do you want me to do next, tiger? take up knitting? it's the same fucking thing as watching golf....)

*** and that's the way i like it, an easy win over KC in less than 3 hours. Pettitte had 7 dominating innings, Bruney and Mariano did their work, game over. the only question now is: Swisher or Nady? Nady was named the everyday right fielder, but Girardi loves Swisher and he started him for the second straight game today. i enjoy this little bit of spring training competition continuing into the regular season- make them fight for it and eventually trade the loser. Nady is alright with me, but i am sure they can use him in the eventual trade for Holladay in the next couple of months. fingers crossed... restart C.C. tomorrow, show me what that money buys! (and in golf news: master's coverage is very gay. a lot of camera shots of birds, and those fucking azaleas, and the sound of so many hushed british accents, close-ups on squirrels nibbling nuts, the television hosts in that cabin with the roaring fire, and the softest soft guitar playing in the back round. a black man or two, except for tiger they are always a caddy, and NEVER a woman allowed. very strange. no commercials and no network logos on the television screen do make it all quite enjoyable. golf is like a nap in the basement of the library...)