Rain in the Bronx today.
All the Yankee fans who wasted a vacation day to go to the game, I truly feel for you.
Just to be abundantly clear, my baseball season started (a week before yours, last Tuesday) in a bar at 6 a.m. drinking bloody marys, eating pancakes, and sucking down 4,000 milligrams of caffeinated coffee. Not to mention, the game went into extra innings. Always awesome.
...and yours started with rain out, a post-gosh darn-ponement.
I win, and don't forget that your (damp) Jeter jersey is dry clean only.
And no, I have no idea who Aiden is, but they better be intolerable speed metal, or else.