I am a mess right now. I have tears streaming down my face, my nose is running and I have one of those headaches you get when you cry too much so don’t expect much of a recap from me because I’m way too emotional.
It’s funny because I wasn’t this bad on Sunday when I knew it would be the last time I would see Mariano Rivera pitch in person. Maybe I was in denial? But tonight was different.
Mo came in to clean up the mess in the eighth inning, and he did because he’s the greatest of all time. Then, after recording two outs in the top of the ninth, this happened:
There wasn’t a dry eye in the Stadium, and there definitely wasn’t a dry eye in my brother’s room (he has the TV).