It has to mean something that up here in the grimopolis that is February in New York, a nasty afternoon shower has given way to a rainbow outside my office window. Not a metaphorical — or even a METaphorical — rainbow, but an actual Judy Garland-lovin’ arch o’ stripes in the eastern sky.
If pitchers and [...]
…another season of faith and fear in Flushing.
We won the Hot Stove League championship, or at least went to the Hot League playoffs — again. Of course it’s hardly the first time, and what has it gotten us, besides the opportunity to boo Roberto Alomar? But — and maybe it’s just the spring training talking [...]