FIFTY THOUSAND MOONS
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Posted by el duque at 8:31 AM
And now... the Restroom Rompers.
Seven and oh, baby. Seven and... ohhhhhhhhh.
Yesterday, somehow - don't ask me how - the Yankees survived Freddy Garcia, Ivan Nova and Misstep Melky Mesa, keeping alive the Streak o' the Sugar Stall and keeping their own heads above the rim. Jiggle the handle, everybody. The Uh-Ohs remain a game up on the O's.
What happened? Well, one week ago, two courageous copulators raised their Yankee fanhood to unprecedented levels, birthing the first-ever Kanye/Kim-style sex video at the new Yankee Stadium. Good grief, it's amazing to think that, after three years, the place still had its virginity.
After yesterday, there is no doubt that this power couple penetrated not only each other, but the upper-atmospheric Higgs-Electro-Rizzutonic layer, a basic quasar-reflection grid which engulfs most of the Eastern latitudes on days when the beta-melk particle frequencies are running below .218. Look, I try not to get Hadron on this blog - I leave the heavy stuff for pay-per-view - so let me put it in Yankee terms we all can understand: We Bernied up and Reggied 'em.
Don't ask how, unless your slide-rule is handy.
We are seven and ooooooooooooh yeah. That is Cat-4, Number-One-with-a-Bullet, prime cut Juju! Touch third, Melky! And let's play two!