The girl offered me a chocolate covered banana.
I said, “That’s it? Don't you have a more phallic desert?”
Obviously not. So when she handed the treat my way, one thing crossed my mind:
I’ll have to hold this in a way that makes me look like I’m not enjoying it.
But there’s no way I can hide my pleasure about the series win in the Bronx.
Everyone’s thinking the bat formation in front of Chase Utley’s locker before the Thursday whooping was the series clincher, but I believe there’s only one thing that can cause a change this profound: