Like many life-long Yankees fans, I was hoping for a different outcome from the weekend in Houston, Texas but as someone from Great Britain once opined you can't always get what you want.
Considering the team wasn't picked to even make it to the playoffs, losing in seven games to the Astros in the American League Championship Series is not the worst that could happen.
The worst that could happen is that February 22, 2018, never gets here, not only because we could not celebrate the birthday of the Father of Our Country but because there would be no chance for the great wheel to turn once again as we welcome Spring Training.
It's one hundred and twenty-two days until the dawn's early light of Thursday, 22 February. We can wait together.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
Monday, October 23, 2017
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