Our Raise-the-White-Flag Yanks host the Mets for a pair starting tonightski.
Never mind those cheerin’ Mets fans:
Let’s Go Yank-ees!
So I was at the game on Friday night. Malcolm Gladwell threw out the first pitch and he would have made Dave LaRoche proud. It was an exciting game—sloppy, especially for the Giants, but exciting. Ton of Giants fans there—and yesterday afternoon, and today too, I’m sure—and it was nice to see them exit quietly. Yanks won a close one on Friday, lost a close one in extras yesterday.
Still hotter n July.
Never mind the out-of-towners:
Let’s Go Yank-ees!
Last night gave a 5-0 win. What’s with our boys? Showing a little fight, eh? (Let’s just hope it doesn’t make management daffy in the head.)
The final game against the O’s is this afternoon—nice, hot summer day in New York.
Never mind the moisture:
Let’s Go Yank-ees!
Nice relaxing win last night. Mebbe some more?
Never mind doing too much thinking’, Big Mike:
Let’t Go Yank-ees!
Yanks got the snot kicked out of them last night.
Mebbe today’ll be better.
Never mind the announcers—wait, it’s Coney with some kid, oh goody:
Let’s Go Yank-ees!
Yanks won a close one last night, and so why not more? I know the Indians are good and all…
Never mind the tom toms:
Let’s Go Yank-ees!
Uh ass whopping, that’s what it was. Nice blowout for the Yanks last night in Chicago—20 hit-9-run shutout.
Tonight gives Big Mike the Big Question Mark.
Give it to ‘em, Big Fella.
Never mind the heat index:
Let’s Go Yank-ees!