Miracle! Praise the Gods! A ticket for tonight’s festivities has fallen into our laps, and so we’re off to the Ballpark in the Bronx, hoping the skies clear and the Yankee bats come alive once more. Look for us in the leftfield bleachers, front and center, encouraging our boys as never before.
Will it last five hours? Six? More? We’re ready. The battle is before us. Our subterannean charriot awaits. GO YANKS!