I don’t miss the gray streets, the gray buildings or the gray skies. The tollbooths. The smell of piss every summer. The $50 parking garages. The windchill, or the humidity. Drivers that won’t let you merge. Shoebox apartments for 2500 bucks a month. Hostile coworkers. Rats on the subway tracks after 10 p.m. Gyms where you can’t find two matching plates. Racist country clubs. And every other guy being named Tony, Vinnie or Angelo.But I do miss the Yankees. They’re in town for the weekend, and I went to the game last night. Sucked that they lost, but damn glad to have ‘em here. Get two out of three, guys.
