Play ball.

So it begins...Round 12 of the Yankees vs. the Grays/ Bridegrooms/ Superbas/ Robins/ Dodgers/ FuckfacetreasonouscorporatescumbagabsconderstoLaLaLand...

World Series Number 12—five more than any other two teams have played against one another. Number 12, going back to 1941 (above).

It's Hugh Casey's third strike getting past Mickey Owen, and Old Reliable Tommy Henrich racing to first base...Peter Reiser losing the ball in the later afternoon cigarette gloom...Gionfriddo going back back back back and making a one-handed catch against the bullpen Oh Doctor Well I'll be a suck-egg mule! As Joe DiMaggio kicks the dirt...It's Cookie Lavagetto breaking up Floyd Bevens' no-hitter and winning the game on one at-bat...Joe Page, the Gay Reliever, leaping over the bullpen fence to staunch the Dodgers...Branch Rickey telling Larry MacPhail I don't like you, sir, don't like you at all Dan Topping punching out MacPhail in the hotel kitchen...Tommy Henrich (again) with the walk-off for Allie "Superchief" Reynolds...Mickey Mantle (still 20!) homering off Joe Black and singling off Preacher Roe to win Game Seven at Ebbets Field for Bob Kuzava...Billy Martin running amok and grabbing Jackie Robinson's pop-up to win it for Bob Kuzava...Oisk setting the Series strikeout record with 14...Sandy Amoros racing over in left field to grab Yogi's flyball and win it, for once, for Brooklyn...Jackie stealing home and Don Larsen's perfect on the field of lengthening shadows as The Mick homers and grabs Gil Hodges long fly and Jackie hitting the ball over Country Slaughter's head and Don Newcombe leaving Ebbets in tears a year before everyone else did...

And it's Sandy Koufax setting the Series strikeout record with 15 even if The Mick does go long on him (once) and Joe Peptone losing the ball in the white shirts at Chavez Ravine...It's Reggie Reggie Reggie three straight pitches as the Bronx burns...Bucky Dent and Brian Doyle running amok and Bill Russell cursing New York...It is Bob Lemon pulling Tommy John and Mr. May and Mad King George benching Reggie and getting punched out in the elevator and apologizing to the people of New York for the Yankees when all he really needed to apologize for was his big fat boorish self.

It's 8-3 in our favor, but only 2-2 since the Fuckfacetreasonouscorporatescumbagomalleyians absconded to Natural Disaster Land, and we owe them one, we surely do.

Play ball.