Off To The Big Apple, To Play
"New York City, you're a woman
Cold hearted bitch ought to be your name.
Well I ain't never had nobody
But I'm drawn to you, like a moth to flame......."
All the eyes of RSN will be drawn to the big city tonight, to Yankee Stadium, that hulking monstrosity that represents George Steinbrenner's reign. And those words I opened with were written by Al Kooper, who once was a star and a favorite of mine. His music still moves me, but he has been blinded by age and disease. Timeless stuff, still.
I'll be back with more on the series a little later, as we skate in between the raindrops and try to get the drop on Randy Johnson and his teamates in game one. Josh Beckett versus Randy Johnson. Sounds sweet, doesn't it. You know why? Because it is.