You Think the Yankees Are All Fur Coat and No Knickers?

Oh my dear, where are those Alan Wickers now? Perhaps sipping on some of that Amber nectar?

A third walk off in a row for the good guys as the Yankees conquered the Minnesota Twins. Not that I would call the twins ankle-biters, but they had trouble dealing with the wonderful skill sets of these New York gentlemen.

You, my fair Midwest based troupe can smuggle my arse. You are truly arse-bandits.

These last-inning victories and whipped-cream pies to the face from A.J. Burnett quickly have become old hat at the new glorious Yankee stadium.

As the actress said to the bishop, "You will behold the power of one man's loins in times of despair."

These chaps will not quit and are ready for a triumphant return to the former years of the finest Middlebury 20-year Bourbon.

This mantra has surely been welcomed by the Yankees and will hopefully spur them past those evil doers, the Red Men of Boston. A truly American sentiment recognizes the dignity of a good ball club and the fact that honor lies in honest toil. Will we see a fourth?

I know there is a Supreme Being who rules the affairs on the baseball field and whose goodness and mercy have always followed the Yankees. I know He will not turn from us now if we humbly and reverently seek His powerful aid.

But, in no way will He ever be a Mets fan.