All The Comforts

I just got back from a quick trip to Washington, D.C. Sometimes work tries to get in the way of baseball, but I was able to watch the Yankees from my hotel last night.

Some of the comforts from home found their way into my room at the corner of 10th Street and New York Avenue. I was able to get the Yankees’ broadcast with Ken Singleton and John Flaherty. And, of course, Chien-Ming Wang was solid pitching into the eighth inning.

Wang did have base runners in each of the first seven innings, but the adrenalin was comforting in my sterile accommodations.

He used four double plays to hold Oakland down. There was a 6-4-3 in the third and a 5-4-3 in the fifth and a 4-6-3 in the sixth. The biggest came with the bases loaded and one out on the seventh. Wang got the groundball that turned into an inning-ending 5-4-3 double play that made me jump off the too-soft hotel bed.

“All right!” I yelled. “That’s the way to do it!”

Someone in the next room pounded on the wall.

But even rude neighbors couldn’t take anything away from the 3-1 win over Oakland. I slept for a few hours on scratchy sheets and caught an early train home.

Tonight it will be West-Coast baseball with all the comforts.