Michael Kay Proves Baseball Gods Have It Out for Me

Instead, I retreated to the sleeping quarters of our one-bedroom NYC palace. Inexplicably, we still only have one television in the household and that would be the 50″ Pioneer treasure in the living room. Yes, the one now featuring the Palin-Biden discussion in all its glorious high-defness. So, what was I to do? No worries. I’ve got another cold beer and a computer to whack away at and share random nonsense.

Luckily, the Phillies-Brewers were on the radio, and I had comfortably settled in to listen to some playoff baseball. Not bad. Life could be worse. Oh, now wait a second. It was bad enough the Phils were about to close the deal on a 2-0 jump on the Brewers. But, then that voice…that grating, horrible, make-me-want-to-vomit voice. I couldn’t believe it.

One of the only saving graces of the Mets missing the playoffs was that the Yankees had long sinced assumed their seat on the sideline as well. Conventional wisdom would then dictate that Michael Kay would also be on vacation. In other words, I’d prepared not to hear Kay for at least another seven months when channel-surfing.

Unfortunately, I was wrong. There he f-in was again. Is it too much to ask to say “ssss-seee-ya” to Kay already? Is there no solace for us?