World War II reprise (German v. England) in World Cup this morning was a great match.  Soccer the way it should be played.  I’m not sure where Rooney is going to hide when he goes home.  Argentina romped, of course.  I have to look at the groups again; will Argentina face Brazil?  That would be the true championship.  I’m waiting to comment on the officiating since, as bad as it’s been, nothing’s as bad as Jim Joyce’s call, and I don’t want to make him feel any worse. 

Listened to Jay-Z’s Empire State of Mind today.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0UjsXo9l6I8  Truly a phenomenal song, and Jay-Z is a much more interesting guy than the hip hop, rapper label leads one to believe.  The chorus of that song (featuring Alicia Keys) is the soundtrack for a Rescue Me promo, featuring Jeter.  Rescue Me:  Cradle to Grave — http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HmBtb_8XM9s. 

That led to watching the 15-minute Absolut “documentary” on Jay-Z, which was well done also:  NY-Z — http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q6zVR0SgSOM. 

OK, today’s game.  What to say?  These guys are going to give me a heart attack.  Crappy play throughout, until the top of the 9th.  Had to listen to Joe Morgan, but that’s still better than Tim McCarver.  Joe Buck and Jon Miller are fine (well, Joe does get a little cranky at times on the road), but the two yahoos should be working NASCAR or something.  Can’t stand either of them or their self-aggrandizing blathering.  They make me yearn for a zuzuvella.   

Don’t tell me this one is just another game for Joe Torre.  He has looked like he has agita during all the ballgames, even when the Dodgers are winning.  I understand why he hates the Yankee organization, but hey, just admit it.  He brings in the closer Broxton in a non-close situation (after another relief pitcher got ready when the lead was extended).  Yankees score 4 the hard way to make it a tie game. Good work A-Rod, Robbie (RBI double), and Georgie (who worked an awesome 10 pitch at bat then singled), Curtis walked, Chad Huffman 2 RBI single, Colin Curtis sacrifices.  I BURNED THE DINNER while all this was going on.  I think it was worth it.

Then LA intentionally walks Jeter and Cervelli makes the final out out.  When facing good pitching, these boys just wait to get to the bullpen.  And for the sun to go down, “playa”s that they are. Tie game in the bottom of the ninth.  

Mariano 1-2-3.  Extra innings!  3, 4, and 5 hitters due up.  Let’s go Yankees!!

Mark has a base hit.  He’s fast becoming my new favorite Yankee.  I’ll have to check to see if his taste in entrance music is any better than Jeter’s:  “I’m a Flirt”, “That’s That S***”, and assorted other songs about money, cars, ho’s, and the gangsta lifestyle. 

A-Rod (clap clap) A-Rod (clap clap) A-Rod (clap clap).  My niece knows all the players chants, even if she didn’t know Mark Teixeira was someone’s name.  Great play by Furcal who almost robs A-Rod (lead runner out at 2^nd). Pitching change for Robinson.  Uh oh, 0-11 against Sherrill.  Second pitch fastball — HOME RUN!  Earlier I thought the scene out in left field with the sun setting silhouetting the palm trees was quite nice.  Well, it’s really nice since that is where Cano puts the ball.  Yankees up, 8-6.  MVP MVP MVP.

Rivera back out for a second inning.  Not just another game, is it?  Tha Yankees Win!  Interleague play ends … until the World Series.  😉

Of course, Joe Morgan says he always knew Cano had greatness in him.  Yea, right, thanks, Joe.  I call a mulligan on dinner.