So, I was trying to get my Saturday morning sorted. You know, the usual stuff. Coffee first, obviously. Then I had this grand plan to finally tackle the mess in the garage. Been putting it off for weeks, maybe months if I’m being honest. Found a bunch of old magazines, a tire that I’m pretty sure doesn’t fit any car I’ve owned in the last decade, that sort of thing.
Anyway, I’m halfway through, covered in dust, and my neighbor, old Jim, pokes his head over the fence. Nice guy, but always got sports on the brain. He yells, “Hey! You catch the Yankees game? Against those Diablos fellas?” Now, I like a bit of baseball, but when I’m wrestling with a pile of forgotten junk, it’s not exactly front and center in my mind.
I just grunted something non-committal. But then it started to bug me. Like an itch I couldn’t scratch. Yankees vs Diablos. Sounded like one of those spring training things, or maybe an exhibition game. Curiosity, it’s a terrible thing sometimes. So, I wiped my grimy hands on my jeans – probably shouldn’t have – and pulled out my phone.
First, I had to deal with the terrible Wi-Fi signal in the garage. Stood there like an idiot, arm in the air, trying to get a decent connection. Then, of course, the sports app I sometimes use decided it was the perfect time to show me three unskippable ads. One for a car I can’t afford, one for a gambling site – don’t get me started on those – and another for some sugary drink. Pure frustration, that was.
Finally, I got to the scores section. Had to scroll a bit, past all the big league regular season updates, because this was, as I suspected, one of those special matchup games. And there it was. Took me a good five minutes, I reckon, from Jim shouting over the fence to actually seeing the numbers.
Let’s see, what was it? Ah, yeah. Diablos took it, 4-3. Or something like that, pretty close game. My phone screen was a bit smudged by then, so the details were fuzzy. Good for the Diablos, I guess. Always interesting when you get these kinds of matchups. Shakes things up a bit from the usual routine.
So, that was my big investigation into the Yankees vs Diablos score. Not exactly rocket science, but it was a whole little adventure in itself, trying to get that piece of info while covered in garage dust and battling slow internet. Now, if you’ll excuse me, that pile of junk wasn’t going to sort itself out. And Jim? He was already on to talking about some other game by the time I got back to it. That’s just how it goes, eh?
