YF leaves the country for 36 hours and already there’s chaos. A governor comes out, Julia passes on, and Sheff’s gonna retire. What next? At least some things haven’t changed: we’re happy to see El Duque keeps on winning and winning and winning.
But here’s an early report from the field: the greatest rivalry in sports is alive and well in Russia. Bring 300 rubles to Red Square and you, too, can be the proud owner of a hand-painted Derek Jeter (that’s Zheeter, in the local parlance) Matryushka doll. Inside, in appropriately descending order, come “Rodrigues,” Bernie, Jorge, and Matsui.
And that guy sitting next to us at a cafe on ritzy Kutuzovsky Prospekt? Yeah, he was wearing a Nomar jersey, and no he wasn’t American. I didn’t have the heart to tell him the news, but, well, maybe he’s already heard.