Friday, September 9, 2016
Posted by el duque at 12:36 PM
That night, six weeks ago, stepping onto the curb, the bus didn't miss me.
Maybe I'm in some unnamed realm of Purgatory, a cheap replication of life in Syracuse, N.Y., where nothing ever happens, but Satan lets the Yankees win.
That, or I'm in a coma, and the meds are sweet.
Either way, being dead or incapacitated, I can't jinx anything, so let me say it:
We are potentially experiencing the greatest comeback season in Yankee history.
The... greatest... comeback... season... in Yankee history.
Got a better explanation than the bus?