You know when you give and you give and you get very little effort in return? You know frustration and anger and disappointment? The myth that Chicken has brought good luck to the Yankees is starting to wear out its welcome. I’m very disillusioned with its power. I feel that the Boggsian superstition has either run out of juice…or is testing us. Either way I’m feeling as good about it today as I am about the Yankees chances of pulling off a miracle and digging out of the 3-1 hole they find themselves in.
I joked last night that all they were going to get today was a chicken salad sandwich on white…I’ve rethought that…they don’t deserve the dressing. The myth says eating chicken brings good luck on the diamond…this one…like the men in pinstripes has a lot to prove to us tonight if they are going to be blessed with the efforts of our faith again. We’ll eat chicken…we will…but hold the mayo. go yanks.
Andrew’s Put Up or Shut Up Chicken Sandwich
3 Slices of Deli Chicken (one for each soul melting loss)
2 slices of white bread (untoasted, preferably dry)
Slap that thing together, put on a brave face, and eat. If it works we’ll be back on Thursday. If not, we eat pasta tomorrow.