No, that’s not the opening line of a joke. It’s a reference to Nick Swisher’s appearances today at various BOA locations to promote the bank’s sponsorship of Major League Baseball. When I was a kid, they used to reward prospective bank customers with toasters. Now, they give you a shot at meeting a Yankee. Not bad.
I’m a BOA customer here in Santa Barbara, but the only famous guy who walked into my bank was a robber back in January.
It took the cops quite awhile to catch him, and he wasn’t even wearing a ski mask. Pathetic, right?
Anyhow, I was jealous that Swisher was on the other coast popping in at my bank, but what can you do.
On to other matters this off-day. I hope A-Rod is feeling better. Clearly, his diet of kale and egg whites didn’t keep the germs away. Maybe he should just have a pizza.
I see that the Rays pounded the Red Sox at Fenway tonight, scoring 16 runs. What I’d like to say about that is this: Why couldn’t we have gotten Dice K last night instead of Beckett? Now that would have been fun.
For those of you who predicted that Jeter would notch hit #2938 during the Red Sox series, I’m sorry you didn’t win the book. My copy came in the mail the other day, and it’s a nice addition to any Yankee fan’s library. It’s filled with pics of the Captain and features a very well written Foreword by the Times‘ Tyler Kepner. But for those who are still in the running for the contest, good luck this week. All he needs is 5 more hits. One of these days….