The weather. Tomorrow, expect a biting cold front. Hmm, how naughty. I wonder what I'll be

wearing or taking off. The night will be wild and untamed. Expect heavy, lashing rain that'll

soak you to the skin. By Monday, temperatures will rise slowly but surely reaching their peak

in the afternoon.

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I'm here with Lindsay Nelson and Ralph Kanner from the Shia Stadium.

Where today, Casey's Mets go against the Chicago Cubs and the holiday double-header.

The sky is partially overcast, no threat of rain, warm and comfortable,

breathes from the prevailing direction, blowing from right across toward left.

Right now, the managers meet at home play with the umpiring team to exchange the batting orderships and discuss the ground rules.

The starting pitches in the first game, left-handers, for Chicago, Dick Ellsworth,

for the New York Muts Warren Spahn.

So we'll be posting the lineups and the batting orders and getting underway with a play-by-play in just a moment.

Yidzy boat isn't something you row or sail.

You sing it like this.

Yedja Bought is a song that gets sung over and over at Polish parties and picnics Until the singers raise a fearful thirst

Then they change their tune

I'm going to PIVA PIVA is the traditional Polish call for beer, and often it's wrangle extra drily call for.

In fact, in New York City, where there are more Poles than in all of Shvedinica,

more people drink Rangel than

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