They’re playing baseball somewhere? Go figure that.
New York City got hit in the side of the face with a Junior Barnes slushball yesterday. I trooped around some on the Upper West Side and it was fugliosity, man. This morning the slush turned into snow. The eight flights of stairs that I walk down each day were so bad that I crouched down and made like a sled. I saw sofa abandoned sofa cushions on the way down–the neighbhorhood kids must have had fun last night. The rest of the sofa was at the bottom of the stairs–maybe they had too much fun.
Anyhow, it is a comedy show but New Yorkers are tough and many of us braved the elements and made it in to woik.