The Staten Island Yankees opened their season with a massive 18-0 ass-whupping to the midget Mutts over on Coney Island, then stole a game last night here at home.
And I seem to have a hated rival fan, as some jackass I was ragging on in the stands in Brooklyn the other night appeared before my eyes last night on a beer line. He rolled his eyes, said "oh fuggin Jesus, not you again!"
"Every game they play, skippy," I said. "I'm gonna haunt your goddamn dreams before this season's over."