Let's see...in the last 24 hours, I've:
- Thrown a pen at a Red Sox fan because he said, "I'm loving the way this series is going."
- Told my buddy to go to hell when it came to my attention he bet on the Phillies to win the whole series.
- Took a leave of absence from my best friend/sister for texting me during the game.
- Changed the M and N on my coworker's keyboard because he said, "They lost BAD last night, huh."
And still none of these behavioral monuments to lunacy are as ridiculous as Pedro Martinez saying "Any time I hear that, 'Who's your daddy?' it reminds me that God is my daddy. It gives me strength. It keeps me strong and healthy, and I believe I can do anything."
So, if we consider that it was only 5 years ago that Pedro claimed the Yankees were, in fact, his daddy, by the transitive property, we can infer that Pedro thinks the Yankees are God.
Here we go. Game 2. Not a must-win situation, so I won't call it that. The Phillies send our boy Petey to the mound, who hasn't pitched in the Bronx since his Mets days in 2005. According to him, he's "older and wiser" which should bring his overall net intelligence to around sea level now. A.J. Burnett gets the nod for the Yanks, and I have this weird feeling that our boy is going to stun us (in a good way.)
The Phils are good. But the Yankees are the Yankees. And that's all you need to know going into tonight. Let's get 'em back, NY. This series is ours.