You NYC guys have some serious culinary delights at hand.
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They have a sign that says: Bring The Dodgers Home To Brooklyn.
There's a classic story in the doc about two Catholic school boys who ran home from school in 1955 to catch the last part of the 7th game of the World Series between the Dodgers and the Yankees. They lived and died with the Dodgers, as all Brooklynites did. They needed help from above, so they took a heavy metal crucifix from the wall, and held it in dynamic tension between their heads as they stood and prayed. It was the 9th inning, the Dodgers were up 2-0, and it was the Yankees last chance. One out, two outs, the tension on their grip of the crucifix between them ramped up, and finally a Yankee ground out ended the game. Oh, no! One of the kids was so excited that he let go of the crucifix too soon and it hit his friend in the mouth and knocked off the top of his front tooth!
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I made the best of the situation by following it up with a dram of your aforementioned Four Roses Select and a Joya De Nicaragua Antano Gran Reserva.
All reasonably priced. Not aletist at all.