orchestrating a worldwide juju relief mission of mercy - an intervention known by some as "charging the mound."
Well, it worked. The Yankees are 3-1, baby, three-and-one, since we mentioned the - um - thing. We're not going to burst our britches on this, because everybody knows if you start touting your juju, that's how you mess up your juju.
Still, let's give credit where it's due: The endless refinement Alphonso's juju stance. Normally, he's a carpet-bomber of negativity. This pushes the jujuverse to restore the Yankees. But last week, he made ridiculous happy-talk postings - and then turned around and became brutally negative again. Try to defense that, Coach Madden! We have witnessed the juju equivalents of a perfectly placed bunt down the third base line to break a defensive overshift.
I don't want to beat this dead juju horse. It's April. Sometimes, just mentioning a trip to the woodshed frightens a child into behaving. That's what I think happened. We mentioned the - you know - thing, and the Yankees began to win.
Three and one, baby, three and one! But, obviously, we'll lose today. Juju doesn't exist. Everybody knows that.