Back to the booth in the sports bar where Game 6 of the ALCS is on and the Yankees are now down 3-2 in the mid-innings of the game. Full disclosure I get fairly emotional during sporting events that I am very invested in and this game was one of them. I tend to have to pace, cover my eyes or clench my hands together in a sort of fisted praying motion. I can get intense as it matters more to me than the players on the field.
Throughout the 9 innings, there were many allusions to sex coming from him. During commercial breaks, I was told how good he was how many women he’d had and how they were typically younger than him. There was another comment about him not wanting to be in a relationship and women blowing up his phone a year or so after they’d slept together not able to understand why they were still “clingers.” I let it all slide I was watching the game but what should I have said? You’re full of yourself, you’re a narcissist, you’re just ridiculous to be saying this to somebody you’ve just met are you actually trying to impress me with this stuff?
Friends of mine that I told about this dinner asked why didn’t I get up and leave. I have told them because I was there to watch the game. The game wasn’t over and I wasn’t leaving until it was. So back to the game we go. It was beginning to become quite the drama. The Astros were up 4 to 2 going into the top of the 9th. Rally time for the Bronx Bombers. I knew we were going to get back to the top of the order and had a good chance to get the win.
The Astros make a pitching change to bring in Osuna and the Leadoff man Gio Urshela who’s the 8th batter in the lineup singles and gets on base. Next batter strikes out swinging. DJ LaMiehu comes to the plate and I specifically said to my dinner guest this is why we got this guy. This is why he’s a Yankee and boom 2 run home run- game tied. I’m ecstatic I feel the tides turn in Houston we have a chance now and can force a Game 7. The next 2 batters are retired and we go into the bottom of 9 all tied up 4-4.
I have completely forgotten there’s another person or even a bar full of people here. I am now laying belly down in the booth now facing the tv hands clasped tightly as Chapman comes in from pen knowing full well the Astros are coming back to the top of their order as well. I guess if you’re on the other side of the booth you can only see the top of my head. I don’t care the entire Yankees season now hangs on an arm that can be very Jekyll and Hydelike. I can never be sure which one is going to take the mound. First, 2 batters go down easy – It’s Jekyll on the mound tonight until oh wait Hyde shows his face. Next batter is walked and then the dagger- Altuve hits a 2 out 2 run home run in the bottom of the 9th to end the Yankees season and go to the World Series.
Of course, none of us knew at the time that the Astros were involved in a sign-stealing scandal for the ages and Altuve probably knew exactly what was coming. I feel like the wind has gotten completely knocked out of me. I am stunned and shocked that this is the way it’s gonna end totally defeated. I sit up in the booth put my head in my hands and let out a long sigh. Across the table, the words “you really like your teams don’t you” are said. I think he finally figured out he wasn’t getting lucky with me after that loss.
The Yankees season and my Bumble date both ended just like that. As I reached my car I deleted him from my phone determined never to become one of his “clingers”. The good news is there have been better Bumble dates since then and the baseball season starts again on March 26th.