I got people coming out the woodwork calling, e-mailing, and texting me, busting my goddamn balls about the Yankees. Pat Jordan’s on the horn three times a day, cackling like the true sadist that he is.
Hank Waddles called last night too, but to commiserate. He likened watching the Yankees to having a fight with your spouse. One of those bad fights where you try to remember back to when you weren’t fighting and things were easy and happy but can’t. Like when you’ve got the flu and can’t recall being well.
The Wife says to me, “Are you going to be like this all month?”
I say, “Every time they lose.”
What am I going to do with you? That’s what she’s thinking and she’s right.
There is good news, though, and it is this: The Yankees are in first place today.