And right now, the Yanks have overcome all the odds (they were picked to come in last place while the team was being rebuilt) and are playing to get into the World Series.
But playoff baseball, with the threat of elimination constantly looming, is tough on the tummy. Win, and you’re relieved. Lose, and we self-swaddle.
Still, it’s my favorite time of the year. And those around me root for the Yankees if only to ensure I’m more bearable to be around.
Game 4 this afternoon. Pre=game Zantac at 4:30. Join me.
