Last night, however, there was hugging, as the Yankees swept the Indians in the first round of the playoffs. I can’t so much as pump my fist without Ricky waking out of a deep sleep and leaping off the couch. Game on. Last night, as the Yankees came from behind twice to win it, there was open-mouth kissing.
Just putting this out to the universe: if the Yankees eventually go the World Series, the games will be in Arlington, TX, and I will absolutely be there. Sorry, Ricky. We'll be very distant for that.
