JANUARY 29 -- A DAY THAT WILL LIVE IN FAMY
What's this, you ask? Well, if you're asking you don't know me too well, because two things happened last night that brought a smile to my face, a spring to my step, a schwing to my . . .
Well, you get the idea. So what was it, those among you who don't quite know are asking?
1. Down goes Rudy! Down goes Rudy! Down goes Rudy!
(aka, Ding Dong, the Fascist's dead.)
2. And, on the non-schadenfreudist side of the ledger, Johan Santana is coming to The Mets for a bag of beans, a 1997 Ford Taurus, $250,000 in depreciating US currency, and Sid Fernandez' second cousin.
Johan motherfuckin' Santana!!!
Ohhhhhh, the joy. Ohhhh, the possibilities that life can toss atcha' when you least expect it. In the course of a few hours, one of the two men I despise the most drops from the American political landscape. In a bloody, ignominious heap. It ain't Giuliani Time now, baby.
And, far more importantly, the Mets effectively replace 173 year-old Tom Glavine with none other than The Best Pitcher In The Game™. For prospects!
Even if Rudy's exit doesn't quite guarantee the victory I want next November, perhaps this trade will at least give me the parade down the Canyon of Heroes I've been waiting 22 years for.