The storm is over. Paint the town in pinstripes. I wasn’t able to see the game in its entirety( was off covering New York’s dungeon-dwelling, faltering franchise known mainly as the New York Knickerbockers), but the newly-minted World Champions deserve… Continue Reading
It’s hard for me to be in good, Halloween spirits this morning. Last night, the Yankees were ghastly at the plate, with their ice-cold bats surrendering to Officer Lee. Officer Lee certainly shined last night, handcuffing baseball’s most potent, high-powered… Continue Reading
After being verbally throttled all day for very debatable decisions (Ok, I’ll tell it like it is, Joe Girardi was more micromanageable than a stripper in Game 3, his control freak on full display), Girardi now stands 1 game from… Continue Reading
So the Red Sawx, whose fan base wakes up in the morning solely to torment Yankee fans, officially have the Bronx Bombers’ number. Don’t get me wrong. There’s a great amount of baseball still to be played, though this is… Continue Reading
On a first-class organization dripping with high-priced talent, unsung Nick Swisher has emerged as the Yankees offensive catalyst. It happens every game, like clockwork. Swisher jokes around in the clubhouse, like a high school senior before his last study hall.… Continue Reading