The Yankees-Twins Follies

When I was a kid in Cleveland, I thought of the New York Yankees in mythological terms. I mean that literally. I imagined the Yankees as being on Mount Olympus, doing whatever it is that Greek gods do – sitting on thrones, seducing women by taking the shape of sheep, hatching petty revenge plots, sending monsters and natural disasters upon their enemies. Those were the Yankees of Reggie and Billy and King George and Goose, they were angry and flaky and proud and too damned good for my team to beat.

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