Frankly, I wasn't sure. I thought he likes us. But people are such sneaky bastards. (See: Gaddafi, Stalin, Hitler, Kim Kardashian.) You can't believe a word they say.
The reason I thought CC likes us came in 2009 during our World Series celebration, when Jay-Z sang "Empire State of Mind" on a flatbed in front of City Hall, (forcing The Master to miss his afternoon soaps.) CC stood behind them, absolutely beaming. When Jay-Z finished, he and CC embraced, and I thought, "Yeah, beat that, Milwaukee!"
Still, I wasn't sure. Human beings are such goddamm sneaky bastards. They'll steal lice. And playing in NYC means dealing with a lot of them. You face Yankee-hater reporters and asshole Wall Street yuppies and supervillains who surgically replace their bones with tungsten skeletons, making them invulnerable, which sucks when you punch them. If CC had bolted, we would have spent the next seven years rooting for his hamstrings to snap like shoelaces - angry negative vibes, directed at a guy we should be loving. What a bummer it would be. Another Yankee supervillain. We already have enough. (Coming for you... Cliff Lee.)
He likes us. He really likes us! A lifelong Yankee! Old-timers day 2021, standing O, listen to the crowd! Goddamm! Now let's sign Yu Darvish. He'll like us, he really will.
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