A few years back, I found myself in an argument with a friend after a Yankees game. After being force marinated in the team’s history for the better part of three hours (go Orioles) the only retort I could find to clap back against one of the most storied franchises in American sports history was how ridiculous it looked that their best player wore No. 99.
It was a half-hearted and meandering point about how the club was so full of itself and retired so many numbers that they’ll have no choice but to have their future best players all wearing hockey numbers (none of the single digits are available anymore, with the lowest available number being 11.