...this post has absolutely nothing to do with baseball or the Yankees - with the exception of the Weekly Poll and minor league updates at the end. I'm going to commission IGWT to vent some frustration about a weird and unexpected evening I had last night, so if you don't want to bother reading about my pathetic personal life, I suggest you head elsewhere.
So I'm sitting in my apartment last night with my wonderful girlfriend Amanda, watching her beloved Padres lose a heartbreaker to the D-Backs when my phone rings. I recognize the number, but I can't remember who's it is, so I answer. It's an ex-girlfriend of mine (I won't give her real name, but I'll refer to her as Kate cause it's easy to type) from about a year ago. She's in town and was wondering if I wanted to meet up for dinner and catch up. I agree, and I tell Amanda I'm going to meet up with an old friend for dinner - which is the truth.
Now, it may not be evident from the blog, but I'm an extremely friendly and altruist person; I always put others first, to the point that it's a fault, and I haven't met a person I can't be friends with yet. It's been a little over a year since Kate and I split up, and over than time I've changed a bunch like I'm sure most of us have. I've lost a nice amount of weight, I bought a new car
(mines an '05, not an '06) and I've got a fresh set of sleeves that are less than 9 months old (which I have to say I wish I had gotten them so much earlier, cause they are total chick magnets. If you wear a long-sleeve button-down shirt and cuff the sleeve so about 3 inches of the ink shows, it kicks their libidos into overdrive for whatever reason. It's good for my ego). So I take a shower and get dressed to kill (you know how it goes with an ex, you have to show them what they're missin'), which of course makes Amanda a bit curious. I tell her nothing's up - which is the absolute truth - and we''ll get together and go out after I get home from dinner. She concurs and we head out.
I drop Amanda off back at her crib and head to dinner. I pull up to the restaurant and I see Kate with some dude hanging all over her. I'm thinking to myself "great, how awkward is this going to be with her new boyfriend here." Well we head into the restaurant, get a table and order drinks and everything when it comes to light that this schlep is in fact her husband and not her boyfriend, which is uber-awkward. I didn't want to be a prick and mention anything Kate and I had done in past - you know, rehash old memories - so I just kept it simple; how's it going, how's your family and your hot mother (Kate's mom was a total MILF, I used to joke that every time Kate frustrated me I would take it out on her mother's ass that night), blah blah blah. Kate brings up some stuff like "remember the time we went to this place, or that place, or did this, or did that," stuff like that, which I can see clearly infuriates her husband.
I dated Kate for about 14 months, so for a long time she was a huge part of my life and I cared alot about her, but I can tell when she isn't happy and she looked it last night. Her husband was a complete jerk, trying to boss her around and shit which just ain't cool. We finish dinner and are outside in the parking lot getting ready to say goodbye when Kate asks her husband to give her a minute alone with me - which for me was like "uhhh...can't I just go home please." He gets all pissed off and says whatever she had to say to me she could say in front of him, so she says "fine, I wanted to tell him that I miss him and I wish I could find someone who treats me as great as he did." I'm like "that's it, it was great to catch up, but I 'm out like a fat kid in dodgeball."
I start to walk away when her husband grabs me by the arm and tells me he's not "finished with me." I'm from Brooklyn, so I'm genetically predisposed to having a short fuse, but I manage to warn him to let go of my arm before I pound him into the pavement. He lets go, and Kate grabs him and they walk away. I get in my car and I'm just trying to decifer what the hell happened. I drive off and pick up Amanda, hoping to end the night in a "happier way."
She gets in my car and says "we need to have 'The Talk'." Crapola. "The Talk" is what Amanda and I have come to refer to as the inevitable conversation we must have about what happens between us after graduation and I head home (meaning back east) and she heads home to San Diego. We've done a good job of keeping it on the back burner, but it's always been in the back of my mind, and I'm sure it's been in the back of her's. Amanda is great, she's everything I could possibly ask for in a woman; she's smart, funny, beautiful and best of all, she loves baseball. She manages to bring out the best in me and we get along great; we've never had a single little spat or fight or anything. Plus I met her in church so her folks think I'm a saint. Basically, she's way out of my league.
We get back to my place, and she tells me she was kind of upset that I went to see my ex-girlfriend (which my roommate was nice enough to tell her, thanks jerkoff), but I assured her there was nothing to it and that Kate actually brought her husband. She's like "fine, whatever, but we need to talk." We start talking and I tell her than there is no way in hell I'll do a long-distance relationship, and there's no way I'm staying in California. She looks at me and says "well you can't just expect me to leave the place I've lived my whole life so I could move back east with you."
Then it happened. I did something every man on the planet has been guilty of at least once. I opened my mouth despite the glorious absence of a thought process, meaning I talked without thinking. Without missing a beat I said to her "not for nothing, but I never asked you move back east with me." She got the "you son of a bitch, you're going to burn in hell" look and demanded I take her home. After some useless attempts at apologizing, I oblige and take her home. In the car my phone rings and it's Kate. I pick up the phone but I'm short, trying to get rid of her (picking up was a big mistake looking back on it). I say I had a good time at dinner but I need to go. Kate cuts me off and says she apologizes about her husband, and that she meant what she said about missing me. So if course, the fine acoustical work done by the Audi engineers allows Kate's voice on the other end of the phone to radiate through my car, just enough so Amanda could hear what she said. Amanda looks at me then promptly reminds me that I said nothing happened at dinner.
I told her everything about dinner, from the surprisingly tasty potato skins to Kate's asshole husband, but she's still furious with me thanks to my big mouth. Amanda lives in a sorority house, which apparently comes equipped with telepathetic powers because when we pulled up all her sorority sisters were giving me the evil eye, practically hissing and spitting at me. Amanda gets out of the car and tells me she had a great 5 months with me and wishes things could have turned out differently, but she never wants to see or hear from me again after the way I treated her that night, which apparently must have been pretty bad because she was fuming.
So now, the morning after, I'm fighting the urge to call Amanda and god knows I can't stop by her place to try to talk to her cause her sisters will cast some evil sorority spell on me before I reach the front gate. If you bothered to read this and have any ideas about how to rectify the situation, please, enlighten me.Weekly Poll
: An absolute landslide in last week's poll, as JB Cox received over 82% of the votes; confirming his status as the Yanks best relief pitching prospect. I figured Colter Bean would get more than 6 votes with all the Beaners
out there. TJ Beam got shut out, ironic considering that's what he's been doing to opposition this year (hasn't given up an ER since April 7th
, his first game of the season). The new question is up, and as always, screw you for voting (just kidding, wanted to see if you were paying attention. Thanks, really, I do appreciate it).Down on the Farm
:Triple-A Columbus (6-4 loss to Norfolk
, Eric Duncan sat out again)
Danny Garcia: 2 for 4, 1 R, 1 RBI, 1 K
Jason Conti: 0 for 4, 1 BB, 2 K
Robert Stratton: 2 for 5, 1 R, 1 RBI, 2 K
Carlos Pena: 2 for 5, 1 R, 2 K
Tommy Phelps: 3.2 IP, 8 H, 6 R, 6 ER, 5 BB, 1 K - plunked Lastings Milledge twice
Jorge DePaula: 3.1 IP, 2 H, 0 R, 0 ER, 0 BB, 2 K - 25 of 34 pitches were strikes
Matt Smith: 1 IP, 1 H, 0 R, 0 ER, 0 BB, 1 KDouble-A Trenton (8-0 win over Portland)
Bronson Sardinha: 3 for 5, 1 R, 1 2B, 1 RBI - doing his best to shed the "first round bust" moniker
Omir Santos: 3 for 4, 2 R, 1 HR, 1 RBI, 1K
Vincent Faison: 1 for 4, 2 R, 1 HR, 2 RBI, 2 K
JT Stotts: 2 for 4, 1 R, 1 2B, 2 RBI
Steven White: 6 IP, 3 H, 0 R, 0 ER, 2 BB, 2 K, 3 HB - hey, if they won't back off the plate...
JB Cox: 2 IP, 0 H, 0 R, 0 ER, 2 BB, 1 K - nails in the coffin, he's allowed 1 ER in his last 19.1 IP (5-0 GB/FB ratio)High-A Tampa (3-2 win over Vero Beach in 11 innings)
Brett Gardner: 1 for 4, 1 R, 1 BB
Cody Ehlers: 1 for 3, 1 K
Matt Carson: 2 for 4, 1 R, 1 HR, 2 RBI, 1 K
Marcos Vechionacci: 2 for 5, 1 R, 1 CS
Tim Battle: 0 for 3, 2 BB, 1 K
Ben Himes: 2 for 5, 1 2B, 1 3B, 2 K
PJ Piliterre: 2 for 4, 1 RBI, 1 K - walk-off sac fly
Jeff Marquez: 5.2 IP, 5 H, 2 R, 0 ER, 2 BB, 4 K - ERA still above 5.00
Phil Thorp: 2.1 IP, 0 H, 0 R, 0 ER, 1 BB, 1 K
Jeff Kennard: 2 IP, 1 H, 0 R, 0 ER, 0 BB, 3 KLow-A Charleston (8-6 win over Savannah)
Austin Jackson: 4 for 5, 1 RBI
Reegie Corona: 2 for 5, 1 R, 1 2B, 1 RBI, 1 K
Jose Tabata: 0 for 3, 1 R, 2 BB, 1 K - reached base safely in 24 straight
CJ Henry: 0 for 4, 1 R, 1 BB, 1 K, 1 E (throwing) - first hitless game since he came of the DL
Chris Malec: 1 for 4, 1 R, 1 2B, 1 RBI, 1 BB
Jon Poterson: 2 for 4, 2 R, 1 HR, 3 RBI
Garrett Patterson: 4 IP, 2 H, 3 R, 0 ER, 4 BB, 4 K, 1 HB - 8-0 GB/FB ratio
Jim Conroy: 3 IP, 3 H, 2 R, 2 ER, 0 BB, 6 K, 1 HBMindblowing Jose Tabata stat-of-the-day
: When was the last time Tabata went more than 7 ABs without a hit? It must have been last year, cause he hasn't done it this year.
That's the end of the MBJTSOTD, but it sure was fun while it lasted.