It’s not chilly this morning, it’s cold. New York, end of October.
Tonight, down in Texas, where the weather is sure to be more hospitable for playing baseball, Phil Hughes and the Yanks look to extend their season.
The Rangers, of course, look to advance to the Whirled Serious for the first time in franchise history.
No pressure…
Phil is gonna be HUGE! A coming out party. The boy becomes a man. The man becomes a king.
A-Rod will go yahd.
Cano will glow.
Nobody listens to Texass techno, so let's GO!
Even if the Yanks lose the series, I really want it to be tomorrow not today. I hate those laughing Texans, or whoever the **** that was in the Yankee stands. And I want to make Nolan Ryan look very grumpy again, if only for tonight.
[2] My mom (R.I.P.) always hated Texas with a passion. Something bad happened to her when she was in the WACS teaching Morse code to U.S. pilots during WWII. Anyway, thanks to her, I have never visited Texas outside of the obligatory stops at DFW to get to wherever I was going. And the travails of "W" made it a lot easier to instill her hatred to my bones.
Furthermore, I don't like Nolan Ryan. He seems like a typical Texas brute.