A warm evening in New York which had a sweet breeze, two first -place teams that play and all the advantages of summer without the external signs of the worst heat made a good night for hatred.
The first songs “F – K Juan Soto” arrived at 6:51 pm, when the wanker of the dishes ran from the canoe to start the pre -match stretch.
The last – in the stadium, at least – rang at 10:08 p.m., when Soto’s lazy fly ball moved to the Grisham Grink to finish a 6-2 Yankees victory.
During the three hours and 17 minutes between these posts, the same fans of the Bronx who begged Soto to stay were desperate to make him pay to leave.
