Hey, Juju gods!
Yeah, you!
Cut the shit. You're weirding us out. Look at the world. Everything's gone nuts. You want 10 signs? Okay, here goes...
1. Mississippi. Iowa. South Carolina... fukking Texas? Are you serious? TEXAS?
2. You know who has the No. 1 selling album in America? My Chemical Romance. (I'm not making this up.) "Welcome to the Black Parade?" Really? Again? Welcome to 2006.
3. Parts of Florida just took a year's worth of rain in two days. It's also rained like hell in Arizona. Arid-fukkin-zona. Meanwhile, yesterday, in Syracuse - rhymes with "sheer-abuse" - temps hovered near 80.
4. The President is working on the war the economy affordability chandeliers.
5. The stock market is a yoyo.
6. They're making John Wick into a cartoon series. (Reminder: I'm not making this up.)7. Bob Dylan is pals with the Pope.
8. George Stephanopolis just got his star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
9. Melania wants the Nobel Peace Prize.
10. And, um, this...
But but BUT... wanna know what hasn't changed? Are you yearning for that one restroom grab bar, that lone boulder of reality, unto which we can still perilously cling?
Anthony Volpe.
Yep, we're still waiting on him. It's been 100 years. As we sit here, with Jazz Chisholm halfway out the door and Jose Caballero still penciled in for utility IF, Volpe is still in the mix. He's our ballroom light fixture, our gold-plated arch.
In these ridiculous times, when chaos runs rampant like a biker gang in a mall, Yank fans still have something to clutch and stay afloat. Unfortunately, it has a career batting average of .225.
But hey, you never know. Volpe came within six inches of hitting the most important HR of this decade. So close, so fukkin close... Who knows? Maybe this will be his year. At least he's stayin' alive.













