How bad is it in the Bronx? Well, let's see . . . the visiting team is held up by a hurricane, so let's push for a forfeit! Is George wetting himself over the Boston blitz? C'mon, Boss. C'mon Cashman. It's a natural disaster. People have lost their lives, their homes, all they own. Roads have been destroyed and the hapless Devil Rays can't get a flight out of town on time. But the mighty Yankees need a forfeit to maintain their lead. Are the Bronx Bombers looking for sympathy? Or should we call it a "mercy win"?
Thank God, high commish of baseball "Bud Light" Selig didn't bend on this one. Note to the Yankee front office: You gotta play all 162. And you gotta win 'em by playing them.
Perhaps The Boss should forfeit the race for the East now and be happy to make the playoffs. I'll mail him some mending tape for his pitching staff. Of course, I'll be sure to route it through Florida!
Hey, Yankees--classless move!
