If for no other reason than Michele is whipping the big guns out. She appears to be worried.

Hmmmmmm.

{Insert conversation overheard at the DIA smoking lounge yesterday}

First Guy: Yeah, there's nobody better than the Yankees. They'll win...eventually.

Second Guy: Yeah, they're just tired. Nobody's better than them. They'll pull it together. Like they did in '78. When that one guy hit it over the Green Monster. God, what was his name?

{Time passes. Brain fart ensues}

Kathy (who can't take their ignorance any longer): Bucky Dent?

Second Guy: Yeah, Bucky Dent! That's him! Thanks!

First Guy: Never heard of him.

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