At the beginning of the season I picked a Yankees - Reds World Series matchup. As Cab Calloway said in The Blues Brothers (my favorite movie), “Can’t quit now.”
So I say, Fuck it. I can punch a million holes in the Yankees - Reds Worlds Series case. Not the least of which is that both Pitman and David (last year’s last place finishers), each picked the same thing (God, what am I doing). Isn’t pitching supposed to win this thing?
Fuck it… you know what. I can’t do it. I can’t bet on the Yankees and the Reds. I’ll wake up each morning hating myself as some small piece of me is rooting for both of them. I called the Yankees and Reds in March, and I will absolutely be chortling with my own greatness if I am right.
The Yankees will be getting none of my support this year. The Ghost of Mo’s absence cannot be so easily escaped.
Tigers, that’s right, the Motor City Kitties. In 5. Sure. Why not. Over the Nationals. Bring it on.