Yes, it’s humid here. But I love the heat, so it doesn’t bother me.
And it doesn’t bother my mother, the Original She-Fan. She may be 94 and counting, but when I showed up at her house last night, she hadn’t aged a bit since the last time I visited.
One of the first things I did this morning was whip out the She-Fan Cam to get a few words of wisdom from her. We focused on the upcoming series with the Red Sox. Take a look.
Why didn’t I inherit her sane genes?
Aside from our reunion, the best thing about my trip east so far was the guy who picked us up at JFK last night. He was born and raised in the Bronx – a huge Yankee fan, needless to say – and his grandson is great friends with Mo’s oldest son so he’s been to Mo’s house. That’s right. He knows where God lives! And now so do I!
Anyhow, the Yankees just beat the White Sox, speaking of Mo. I’m too tired to recap but CC did what he had to do, Cano made some cool defensive plays and Grandy was Grandish. Very nice, tidy win to open the series.