What can I tell you? I thought the lobster tails were fine, as always. Also the shrimp and the crab claws. But the prime rib slices? They were beyond compare! Truly wonderful. I only wish all of you could have been there. Maybe next time, some of you could carry my Sedan chair.
Sadly, all of the above was true. Except for the Sedan chair, of course. You actually have to walk into the Legends Suite, if you can believe the effrontery. And the "peons" part. Alas, we are almost all of us peons in this America of runaway wealth.
Weirdly enough, thanks to the beneficence of my friend and my brother-in-law—and to the beneficence of their banker—it was the least money I've spent at a ballgame in decades, not drinking anything alcoholic. All of $10, spent solely on a program the size of the old Montgomery Ward catalogues, if anyone remembers those.
Which recorded an often frustrating but ultimately rewarding game, as you saw. Judge—who, yes, was that close to our seats—continued to flounder (Does anyone know why he didn't go home on that flyball? Was it the coach who held him?). Good as the pitching was, big hits were few and far between.
And then...an unexpected hero arose, from where you would never expect to find him.
—Did Ma Boone again try to squeeze one out too many from his fading starter, only to see him give up a leadoff double? AGAIN? No matter. The next batter was Gary Sanchez, who struck out on three pitches.
—Did Ma Boone insist on running his stupid, run-on-contact play with Jazz Chisholm on third and the whole infield in? AGAIN? No matter. The throw beat Chisholm, but Gary Sanchez dropped the ball.
—Did The Airbender look a little shaky? No matter. Gary Sanchez was there to strike out AGAIN in the ninth.
Hey, I kid, I kid. The real hero, of course, was Jazz Chisholm...who took out the Orioles' starting catcher, and forced the entrance of...
Never mind.
Jazz really did have a wonderful game. And hey, props to Boone for greenlighting him and turning the whole game around (just as I assured my friend's daughter that Chisholm would surely be taking on 3-0).
Good for Boone. Good for Jasrado.
But thank goodness that Gary Sanchez was there!
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And thank goodness that you were there because now, the swoon surely has been lifted.
There’s no doubt in my mind.
No doubt at all.
Three Cheers for being in Cin-City tomorrow!
Be thankful for the roadtrip.
Yay! I say!
Hoss,
You are proof that hard work and being a good person will reward you in life.
Wondering if you had an ice cream sandwich for dessert...
Only one?
Sanchez is a gift that keeps on giving
He’s wearing number 99 - as if……
Yeah, I noticed that, AA. Oy.
Thanks, Rufus. I wish I could put my good fortune down to my many virtues. Instead, I have to admit that I extremely lucky, especially in my friends, and not least you moaxes here.
Instead of the ice cream treats, I got one of the big Yankees shopping bags, and stuffed all sorts of mini candy bars in it from the Wall of Candy, then hauled them home to Mrs. Calabash. She was duly mollified.
Hoss, you lucky labradoodle.
And yep, nice of Gary to cooperate by just being Gary. Couldn't have done it without him.
I also believe that Jazz could “score” a fairly lucrative shoe endorsement after yesterday’s game.
I was recently at a wedding that was a bit like a tourist trip to .01 percent land. We ate well and the view of the Sound - as Tommy Shirts kept reminding me, "it's NOT the ocean" - was spectacular. Then I returned to my life in 99% land. I am happy with my own life, even if the numbers have me running out of money sooner than I'd like. No problems! And it's 1, 2, 3 what are we waiting for? Don't know, don't give a damn, next stop is Vietnam. And it's 5. 6 .7. open up the pearly gates, Ain't no time to wonder why, whoopee! we're all going to die! Anyway, another little-known Yankee fact. That beef was so good because there's a small feed lot and slaughter house UNDER the playing field where the old stadium used to be. That's some fresh beef, by god.
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