Yankee games turn me into a terrible, terrible person. Earlier today I was thinking that they should try to bounce some batted balls off of the Yankee pitchers. And then I had this amusing image in my head of Sabathia being unable to continue pitching because his fat wouldn't stop jiggling. Didn't really see it going the other way though. Apologies to Lester. Mea Culpa.
Also, Phil Hughes squatted behind the mound before he pitched, much in the way Daniel Bard does. I don't know if he also uses that time to pray but it shouldn't really matter because as I informed him through my television "God doesn't like you."
I feel better.
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