Pointless Nostalgia Week: 🎵We're Talkin' Yankees and those Sucky Mets🎵

Tomorrow we return to the Stroock Northern Strategic Direction, our first sojourn there since August. 

Okay we listened to Ron DeSantis' Twitter Spaces campaign launch, glitches and all. In the long run the glitches won't matter. We thought DeSantis was fine. Listeners were invited to a ask questions. We would have asked, 'How do you intend to stop the steal?' So long as the Dems control the means of counting, they will win.

There's a lot of people congratulating themselves on DeSantis bypassing the media going on Elon Musk's Twitter. Maybe. But it was years ago this summer that blogosphere was gaining traction and conservatives were congratulating themselves for bypassing the media and going on the internet. How'd that work out? 

Machete teaches! We admit that when a fulltime professor stole a couple of our classes in 2014, precipitating a crisis that would eventually end our professorial career, we thought about punching the guy's lights out. But we never considered going the full Hutu: 'The manic Manhattan arts professor who held a machete to a Post reporter’s neck and threatened to “chop” him up surrendered to police Thursday.' Who has a machete just lying around the house, in New York? Manic is right. We suggest therapy and an SSRI medication regimen. We hold out no hope that this woman will get jail time. Eight years on now. We miss teaching and we'll never set foot in a classroom again.

We are working on World War 1990: Norway. That work is going fine but we're afflicted with a bit of character fatigue.  We're writing about a Norwegian destroyer and thinking, another chief of the boat? Another XO? Another sensors guy? Yada, Yada? Yada...yada, yada.* 

This was a fun baseball season for us. The Mets utterly collapsed, and the Yankees got good again. The Yankees didn't make the playoffs, the Blue Jays were way too good, won the World Series in '92 and would win it in '93. But the Yankees were still fun to watch. This was their first season with Paul O'Neill, Wade Boggs, and Jimmy Key, the pros they brought in to show the kids how to win. We tuned in every night during that carefree summer (have we mentioned the summer was carefree?) and every afternoon on weekends. We went to a few games and on 31 July, caught a homer hit by Mike Stanley. Here's the game. The ball landed right at our feet. We haven't seen the ball in years. It's in a box in the basement.

*Reference.