Kay and Singleton competing right now to see who can smooch a Yankees old-timer’s ass with more seeming sincerity. It started with a visit by Yogi Berra. No disrespect to Yogi, but his comments were impossible to understand, and by that I don’t mean malapropistic or ironic, but simply garbled. Does Yogi know how to use vowels? Even so, Mike and Ken felt the need to guffaw at every word, however unrecognizable as english.
At the moment, Joe Pepitone is blabbering, channeling Sylvio Dante, Joey Pants, and Paulie Walnuts, claiming that he had the first-ever blow drier in the Yankees clubhouse. Maybe so, but Pepitone clearly has something artificial peeking out from the ridiculously high hat he’s got on his melon. Do you have to blow-dry a weave?