So I'm sitting in this common area at my school, Union Theological Seminary, known as the pit last Friday night. I was studying at the time and a wedding was going on at the school's chapel. Somebody walked up to me and asked where the bathroom was. I looked up and it was Samuel L. Jackson. Normally when someone asks me where the bathroom is I say, "down the hall, take a left and it's on your right." This time, I said, "Holy $#!%." You gotta understand, it's not everyday someone asks you for directions, you look up and its Samuel L. Jackson. So I say, "Holy $#!%," and he goes, "it's just a question." I come to and tell him where the bathroom is and go back to studying.
What does this have to do with baseball? Well, I'm guessing that the Yankees also ran into Samuel L. Jackson recently, in a similarly unexpected manner. They, unlike me, were unable to overcome the initial shock quickly which explains their recent performances. Expect them to continue to play craptacular baseball until they come to.
Had I kept my wits about me, I would've asked Sam (I call him Sam now since we're good buddies and all) if he'd do an interview for the blog. I missed my chance. However, I assume he reads the blog and so, Sam, you should feel free to contact us to set up an interview. Any time buddy.