My very first post, way back in January, during our first week of class, was a mean-spirited and sarcastically written lament about Bartolo Colon.
Today, after Colon's brilliant pitching performance last night, I must eat crow.
Who, really who, would have ever thought that Colon would ride in on his white horse (albeit a big horse), and rescue the Yankees -- damsels in distress -- from their pitching woes.
There he was, on the mound, having missed the last two seasons, never missing a beat.
And so, Bartolo Colon, let me say how sorry I am for poking fun at you back in January and doubting your ability to pitch. You sure made this doubter a believer and this vegetarian a crow eater.
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