Stalin hearts the Yankees!

Really, this borders on shark abuse. Daddy and Daddy went to the Bronx to go see a Yankees game (against the utterly hapless Minnesota Twins), and left me at home. They claim to be concerned about my public behavior ( really, people, consider the source), and say that because I like to nibble at people in line at concession stands, I couldn't be trusted in public. They said the same thing after I agreed to host one Daddy's birthday party, but then wasn't allowed to come! People were asking for me, I hear, and those two drunken louts finally crawled home at 2 AM, but I'm the public safety hazard?

But at least they had the decency to bring me back a real Yankees cap. This is not enough to compensate me for the juicy tidbits I was looking forward to - really, if you ask me, those people waiting in line for Miller Lite are just asking to be nibbled - but it's a start.