May 24th, 1994 - "Sit down! I want to see at least one inning of the Goddamned Game!"

May 24th, 1994 - Yankees host the Blow Jays
"Mets are consistent...consistently losing"

Well, for one thing there are certainly some scorecards missing. I jump ahead 5 days here, but I noticed in my meticulous game journals i kept at the time that I was in attendance for another 2 games before this next one....and I even noticed reason for the discrepency in a highlight column I contained in there. LOST THE SCORECARD during or after the Saturday game! Hooray me! Took long enough, considering how many suds I sucked before, at, and after these games. Yankees went 1-1 in those 2 games I was at but not really, putting my overall mark at 54-33 going into this Tuesday game, when I had a new scorecard and clipboard in tow. Jays were already 7 behind the 1st place Yankees in the standings so all was right in the world.

Even so it was hockey that was on many minds, even with the Yankees running at 28-13. It was annoying enough to where someone snarled, "take that hockey shit to the Garden." There was even a raucous "Hextall sucks!" chant to pass the time.

I mentioned on here that I won the "Jackie O pool" - yes, she recently passed and made me I believe $200. Its funny, the morning I found out I had had no idea when I hopped a D train to take me to Down the Hatch for some frivolity and as I was sitting there trying to get my bearings I see someone open the old black-fold paper across from me. Jackie O is dead! I pumped my fist and let out a whoop of sorts, raising some eyebrows. I was so happy - she got me really drunk that day.

Back at the Stadium some stupid girl came up and walked to our resident cowbell-ringing dancer in the aisles, old Ali and cheerily said, "Hi, Ari!" The fans, her included, were loud and quite frankly annoying. Security guard Kathy, the one that looked like the African American lady from Night Court snapped at one point during the "Asshole" chant "keep your assholes in your mouth!" She was piqued at us through most of the game cause early on we were laughing and carrying on too loud at something and she came running up the aisle thinking there was a fight due to the heightened volume of noise alone. They never did like false alarms and promptly took them out on us, which is funny cause they liked the alternative (the fight) less.

At one point all the revelry got to be too much for Queen Bee Tina and she snarled, "Sit down! I want to see at least one inning of the God Damned game!" She had actually bought an American flag to the game to specifically combat "The Canadian Anthem" - its funny that a noted enforcer out there in Tina was provoking anti-Canadian sentiment herself. And I have the proof!

Its also amazing how many more fights and toss-outs there were back then, with much smaller crowds too. I hate to admit this, and I have been admitting this for years, but fu*kin' A did the beer ban ever work. The beer went, and took trouble with it. A whole host of guys were thrown out for "smoking by the wall" before 8PM, and a guy in a NY Ranger jersey was escorted out in the 8th inning for what I penned was "inciting riots."

Elder George took his turn to sing "Friend of Mine" in the 2nd inning to none other than "Jackoff" Joe Carter. George was really on that night, saying "the Mets are consistent.....consistently losing." He was also instrumental in all of us taking a courageous "the wave stops here!" stand that kept us busy most of the night.

What in the name of Holy Hell was up with all the A's fans at these games? It seems every scorecard I am mentioning an A's fan walking around during a non-A's game on here. Just the game before an A's fan was coerced (or should I say bullied) into throwing his own cap. Well, the word did not get through the A's Fan Network and another one was out there, goofy green A's cap on head. "Hey, A stands for Asshole!" was hurled his way. "You dropped an S off that hat" was another old favorite running the rails back then as well. That line has aged very well and still lives today.

The only faux celebrity sighting I am seeing on here outside of the C-level list of Hollywood actors that made up security (Night Court, Bob Marley, Elvis...) was "Howdy Doody" himself, holding up a sign in the box seats. Every time he gotup a rousing chorus of "Its Howdy Doody Time" was belted. Speaking of the box seats, there was a "box seat disturbance" in the top of the 8th which caused one of my 5 "mo's" during the game.

I was pretty on, I must say, this night with the scorecard. Its fairly neat, and at all time readable. You could actually follow the game from it. My notes to the margin regarding the game were not so cumbersome as always, kept succinct in a "flubbed the throw" sort of way. Its funny, I mentioned again how we were already blaming Windmill-ie Randolph for our running snafus back in 1994, so when Pat Kelly was nailed trying to steal in the 3rd inning someone muttered "I bet Willie told him to steal."

Devon White, in center, must have done something to raise our ire. He must have given us the finger, or rubbed his butt with his glove where only we could see, cause in the margin next to his name on the boxscore I scrawled "hit him in the head." He was one of our early nemesis in bleacher creature lore, to the point where we gave Carter a pass for the most part to holler at Devon in center all night instead. We gave him the "savage serenade" as I called it. White went on to make an error, to which I attached a smiley face too on the scorecard.

Check this out, not only did the Yankees win the game, but they were the beneficiary of a complete game by none other than Terry Mulholland! 9 innings, 5 hits, a single run, he walked 1, and struck out 4. This upped his mark to 5-3, which is all the more amazing when you see he went on to finish at 6-7 with a 6.23 ERA for the season.

Mulholland was helped along with a home run from Wade Boggs in the first, an upper deck shot no less. This combatted a Roberto Alomar home run in the Jays half, which accounted for the only Toronto run this night. Jim Leyritz was 1-3 with 2 runs scored and 2 more driven in, adding a home run of his own off of Jay starter, the surly Dave Stewart, who took the loss.

A nice cap to the Yankee victory was a "great catch" Animal made on an O'Neill toss to the bleachers in the 9th. It was always good to see it kept in the family (and for Animal to be awake, or out of jail, to do something of record)

Jay lineup looked like this - White, Alomar, Paul Molitor, Carter, John (nice helmet you got there!) Olerud, Ed Sprague, Darnell Coles in left, Pat Borders, and Dick Schofeld batting 9th. For the good guys we got to see a lineup of Polonia, Boggs, Mattingly, Tartabull, O'Neill, Leyritz, Bernie, Gallego, and Pat Kelly. While Mulholland pitched the complete game for the Yankees, the Jays paraded out Mike Timlin, that moron Greg Caderet, and some tool named Scott Brow to finish up. In another interesting game note, we got to see Buck Showalter charge onto the field to argue the final punchout on a double play by Kelly to end the 6th. Everyone loves an argument, and the crowd duly rejoiced.

Lets profile our friend Mr. Brow in the profile section today, better known as the "guys you saw play at Yankee Stadium that you did not realize you did" category. One of only 18 major league alum to be born in the great state of Montana last time i checked. This was his 2nd of 4 campaigns in the majors, which ended in the Arizona desert as a member of the Diamondbacks. His career consisted of 59 games (4 in starts) and 107 innings pitched (hey, we saw one!) - a gaudy 6.06 ERA. Way to go!

Check out his career ERAs, they look like AM Radio Frequencies.....6.00, 5.90, 5.59, and 7.17. Nice. He actually walked more than he struck out for his career - not easy to do - by walking 68 and striking out 58. In an interesting aside, his career ended in the Yankee organization...he was traded to the Yankees with one Joe Lisio for the inimitable Willie Banks on June 3rd, 1998, and never heard from again. May he rot in Hell!

There were 26,217 on hand, for a game that took 2:24 to play. Your umpires for the game were Joe Brinkman, the late Durwood Merrill who penned a pretty fun book in later years before he left us, Mike Reilly, and Tim Welke.

Cheers!