04-30-2004, 01:41 AM
The Yankees have a lead, one of their relievers finished the 8th, the other team has just gotten the third out, and it's the top of the 9th. There's like a hush around the stadium, or maybe just a gentle murmur by everyone.
And then, you hear the chords of "Enter Sandman" fill the loud speakers, and the whole fucking place erupts as the bullpen door opens, and out comes this lil spanish dude, just trotting to the mound like its nothing, as if he was a small pony that they keep in a cage and feed a bale of hay to everyday, and is going out to graze. Just the excitement in the air as he starts warming up, it gives you all butterflies in your stomach, and you feel glorious to be there.
And then, you hear the chords of "Enter Sandman" fill the loud speakers, and the whole fucking place erupts as the bullpen door opens, and out comes this lil spanish dude, just trotting to the mound like its nothing, as if he was a small pony that they keep in a cage and feed a bale of hay to everyday, and is going out to graze. Just the excitement in the air as he starts warming up, it gives you all butterflies in your stomach, and you feel glorious to be there.