The ninth inning turned wild. Gary stepped in with confidence, chirped back at the dugout, then crushed a homer that left no doubt. The pitcher had no chance, and Gary knew it. After that, the Yankees lineup kept it rolling. Judge hit a big gapper, Dee Dee followed, Hicks got on, Andujar and Gleyber kept the carousel moving. The dugout fired up, and Boone came down the line high-fiving everyone. It was one of those moments where momentum snowballed fast.
Judge showed his usual intensity, with Severino hyping things up in the dugout, smacking his own head like usual. Things started to unravel for the opposing team. One guy clearly lost it, yelling at everyone and stomping around after being told to stay in the game. Hicks and Judge basically told him to leave. He did not take it well. Shouting, throwing curse words, melting down hard. Then another guy in a ponytail completely snapped, full-blown tantrum. Felt less like a baseball game and more like a breakdown on live TV.
The whole sequence was chaos—big hits, bigger emotions, and a total mental collapse from the other side. Yankees stayed locked in, did the damage, then watched the other dugout fall apart. Classic late-inning meltdown, and they didn’t hold back from enjoying it.