The Yankees are playing like bent, old structures.
With no hope for fiscal stimulus, the strained facilities begin to break.
A-Rod was broken by Seattle, and we did not even retaliate.
The recent collapse against the red socks proves that our line-up is not able to compete, even against the downtrodden and horrible.
We are, at best, shaking in the wind.
At worst, we are simply broken and slowly drowning.
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We're the Tex of teams, streaky. If we're on a winning kick during the playoffs, God (or Gahd) help our opponents. If we're in the land of lost batsmen and bullpen befuddlement, we go down quiety.
It's a coin flip. Like Louise Neathway sez, 'Head, you win. Tail, you infect your wife.'
Ahhhhhh. At the gamE. What was the ichiro call?!?!?!
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