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In the Soup

It hasn’t been hot or humid in New York this spring. Until yesterday, that is. The sun is peaking out this morning but it is muggy as can be and there is a chance we’ll see thunderstorms this afternoon. The game doesn’t start until 4:00 but even if there is a delay, I’ve got every reason to believe they’ll get this one in.

I’ll be there in Bob Uecker territory, the right field nose bleeds with Emily, my cousin Jonah and his wife Jenn. Emily is sooooo excited–it’s her first game of the year (she’s rocking her Giambi shirt). Jonah’s first game ever was at Yankee Stadium but he hasn’t been back since (he’s a Mets fan), so it’s as if he’s never been. This is Jenn’s first time as well, so I’m excited to play host a little something.

You have to figure the Yanks’ll bounce back today after a silly loss last night. “I have faith,” says Emily.

“That’s all you got for a quote,” I ask?

“Yeah,” she says.

“Man, you are getting to be just as bland as the players, Lady.”

“I wish Bubba was playing.”

“You won’t get your Bubba, but you’ll get a Melky and you’ll like it.”

“Mmm, I like Melky.”

Let’s Go Yan-Kees!

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