Thank you. Crumble.

That's the nothing personal word of the day. It is Tuesday, August 5th, 2025, and we're talking about a New York crumble, which normally would be great if it's some sort of cake. You go to a little deli, maybe a farm stand. But when you're talking about August, it's no longer day one, we're now

the 5th of August, and you're looking at your two baseball teams, you're wondering, is it all

for not, are we entering the dog days, and do we have a real problem? And I don't want to cause

panic because we're only at the beginning of the end.

We're not even at the middle, not close to the end of the end.

But there are fewer than 50 games to go.

So it's definitely not early, definitely not mid.

I want to talk about the Yankees because I was watching them play last night.

And they just come from Miami, come from the sweep.

They got swept in Miami.

You get on a plane after a Sunday.

When you get swept on the road, getting on the plane just stinks.

You'd much rather be going home.

You're going to Texas.

It's not that close from Miami.

The flying time's 2 plus.

Two and a hook.

The game ends at about, you know, 4.30.

By the time wheels are up, it's going to be 7.

You're not going to land until 10.

Not the end of the world.

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