“During my at-bat, I had them in my nose,” he said. “I chased a foul ball after that and I ate about four of them on my way down. It was very strange. Joba had them all over his back and all over his neck and all over everywhere.”
-New York Yankees' Doug Mientkiewicz, commenting on the 8th inning nightmare bug infestation in Cleveland, Ohio during Game 2, AL Playoffs, October 5, 2007, from today's New York Times.
First, it was leaving my dog behind on the elevator Friday morning. Then last evening, on the south shore of Lake Erie, a plague of Canadian soldiers swarmed my beloved New York Yankees. Finally, this morning I woke up in a city enshrouded in fog and with temperatures unseasonably warm for this time of year. Portents of disaster.
WOTBA promises to fight through all the fogs to bring you exciting reportage from NYC this weekend. While other metropolitan websites take time off on the weekend to indulge in 48 hours of brunch, WOTBA cranks up the volume.
Image: Bust of Sylvette, Pablo Picasso. Courtyard of Silver Towers (I.M. Pei, architect). Between Bleecker and Houston. Morning of October 6, 2007.
TYRONE
We're in for another night of fog, I'm afraid.
MARY
Oh, well, I won't mind it tonight.
TYRONE
No, I don't imagine you will, Mary.
-from Long Day's Journey Journey Into Night, a play by Eugene O'Neill



