This morning Stinky and I discussed how bad it would get today.
Stinky: "We'll either lose by one or two runs in another late inning collapse or we'll be behind from the beginning and never come back"
Scruffy: "We'll probably have a couple run lead and then the heavens will part and A-rod will descend riding on a centaur as a chorus of hoochie-mamas proclaim his greatness and we will be so blinded by this that our faces will melt and we'll have to forfeit the game."
We're prepared for the worst. BRING IT YANKEES