There were birds flying around and at one point I thought they were going to swarm around Joba and make him the Yankees answer to Tippi Hedren.
I was convinced at any moment frogs were going to fall from the sky.
But one one night he found the perfect compromise for people who want him to start and those who want him to pitch the 8th inning.
He started and lasted into the 8th inning!
(A novel idea! They let a big strong pitcher pitch!)