Dear Universe, Cosmos, God, Allah, Happenstance, or Whatever You Call Yourself...
Today, I humbly give thanks for...
Don Mattingly, 2020 Manager of the Year!
The games of baseball and life, neither of which can be predicted, (looking at you, Suzyn.)
Gerrit Cole, Luke Voit, Gio Urshela, Aaron Judge, Clint Frazier and Gleyber Torres. (And, hopefully, DJ LeMahieu.)
Afternoon naps.
Comb-overs. (Nobody suspects.)
Democracy.
Gardy. (Wait... you didn't think I'd forget him, did you? And while we're here, let's throw in Masahiro, Mean Chad Green and Sir Didi.)
Bruce Springsteen and the E-Street Band.
Things you learn from the Internet. (Did you realize that former child celebrities look different 40 years later? I mean, who knew!)
Yankee fans with strident opinions.
Creepy drawings. (Do not stare into this.)
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9 comments:
Happy Thanksgiving, Duque. May the god of Ringo bless your drumsticks.
Amen, Duque, and love to you all, with much gratitude from me and Santo, the Texas hound.
Today, oh Grand Master of Everything Yankees, I give thanks for this blog and you, for your endurance, patience and other-worldliness. Long may you reign supreme.
A turkey a day keeps the doctor away.
And love to all our international members, as well.
Even though this holiday means bupkis to them.
Happy Thanksgiving to all.
Just watched the Macy's Parade or what was left of it. Strange, strange times.
Doing a zoom Thanksgiving this year. Hopefully they'll allow puppets.
On a happier note...
Spring training opens Feb. 27th.
Doug K.
Doug K.
Happy Thanksgiving, stay safe and drink more than you should.
Fuck you Hal. Fuck you Cash.
Happy Thanksgiving to all you sickos, and bringers of sick and twisted things!
Sorry I'm late to the party.
But, everything Winnie said.
A belated Happy Thanksgiving to you all!
That's it. Don't have anything else to say. For once.
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