Okay. Despite the fact that I spend a good portion of my free time cursing and belittling and attempting to emasculate The New York Yankees with a plethora of sophomoric homosexual snipes, I have to stop now to honor Yankee Stadium. As a baseball fan, you're a moron if you miss tomorrow's game. The history and the drama (think 2004 and bloody socks) that has gone down in Yankee Stadium is simply ponderous. Gehrig and Ruth and Joltin' Joe and Mantle and--- cough, cough---Jeter and Rivera. As man with a modicum of literary tastes, I'd be a fool to turn my back to this event.
So for just this once, as a fan of the game, I'm tipping my cap to The New York Yankees and their historic run in Yankee Stadium.
Of course, does this sudden fit of magnanimity have anything to do with the fact that the team with baseball's most bloated payroll is fit to finish fourth in the AL East? No comment.
Also, while I'm dishing out props, my review of Chris Adrian's A Better Angel is in this week's Hippo Press. Check it out and buy his book.