Tonight, Chuck had the sad misfortune of growing up in Boston. The guy had Red Sox colors flowing through his veins, which are probably slit open at the wrists right now.
Tonight, a guy who was so bad that he didn't even start the game, ended the game with his only at-bat off a pitcher who'd completely baffled the Yankees throughout the series.
Tonight, destiny proved she's a New Yorker.
But what do I care? It's football season.