So, I had a feeling what was holding the Yankees back this weekend wasn't their abilities, but rather the whole of Tampa sucking the life out of them the last month and a half and thus the team still thinking they're in some kind of extended spring training prison when really, hello, it's April. Like, I knew they'd win once they got a change of scenery. A line popped into my head from a
Monkees episode I watched a few weeks ago (I've been re-watching thanks to
Antenna TV, the best thing WPIX has done since employing Phil Rizzuto and airing
The Magic Garden and
Little House on the Prairie reruns for my entire childhood): "First we'll escape, then we'll play baseball."
This evening pretty much proved me right, and I just wanted to put that out there. And also gave me the perfect excuse to post one of the best Monkee "romps," in which the line I just quoted is uttered and they fake a baseball game in a jail cell in a ghost town and Mike somehow ends up delighted to be in Dodger Stadium after digging out, but not really because it's all in their imaginations or something. (Yes, I've discovered I seriously still love the hell out of this show. Just wait till I do a post about rediscovering their music. Oh yes. You've been warned.)
Also — and, yes, I've thought about this — if I had to recast the Monkees with Yankees, Swish is totally Micky, Jeter is Davy, Robertson is Peter and... I don't know who'd be Mike now, because no one's serious enough, but Posada would've fit that bill awesomely. Alas.
Not that any of you understand/appreciate any of this, since a Venn Diagram of friends who like the Yankees AND the Monkees is pretty much nonexistent (except maybe my dad), but I had to put it out there. So I did. So there.
