No Sho.

This has been The Week That Was for New York teams—and it's only Thursday!

The plucky Knicks—never thought I would put those two words together—despite suffering one awful injury after another, managed to scrap and claw their way to a 2-0 lead in their playoff series against Indiana, before ecstatic Garden crowds.

The raging Rangers have gone up 2-0 over the team once known as the Boston Whalers, including a double-overtime win before, well, more ecstatic Garden crowds.

Your New York Yankees, while lacking access to the same EGC, have pummeled the Tigers and now the Yer Cheatin' Heart Astros. Even the Metsies, low man on the totem pole, pulled off two, scintillating wins over the Claudia Cardinals, as the Polar Bear showed signs of coming out of hibernation. (Do polar bears actually hibernate? I would doubt it.)

So what did The New Yorker, renowned, nearly century-old icon of our town, decide to put on its front cover? 

Why, Shohei Ohtani, of course.

No. No Sho. Not ever. 

The Mark Ulriksen image has stirred controversy for including that stack of bills in Ohtani's rear pocket. Some Ohtani loyalists are demanding an apology. 

Not quite sure how someone like Ohtani, who recently signed a $700-million contract—and who, according to his version, plays so fast and loose with his moolah that his translator could withdraw $16 mill from his accounts without his knowing—can be insulted by this. 

But all actual New Yorkers should be.

No Los Angeles Dodger, and no San Francisco Giant, should EVER disgrace the cover of The New Yorker. Ever.

Those two storied teams, beloved by generations of human New Yorkers, took the last train for the coast, and left our city for dead. For their owners, New York was too dirty, too old, and—most of all, lest we forget—full of too many Black and Hispanic people, for them to remain. 

Well, Brooklyn survived. Harlem survived. Sure, we have our problems.  (So do LA and SF, to put it mildly). But to paraphrase our greatest president, this great city endured as it has endured, revived and prospered. 

Eustace Tilley can suck eggs.