Winning.

I am very competitive so naturally I love to win.

This weekend was a win/win.

Lets set the stage.

Incredible cool, fall weather…bright sunshine, no humidity…perfection.

We commenced the weekend by seeing Downton Abbey which was 21/2 hours of British upper crust bliss.

Relaxing in a Lazy Boy recliner at the AMC made me realize how much I miss the series and how maaavelous it is to observe Maggie Smith toss around her refined sarcasm.

I was victorious Saturday at my 8am spin class…feeling flush after getting my annual flu shot, I surpassed my best goals and sweated some of the toxins out of my body.

Running home to shower and change, we again visited the AMC for the bargain 10:45am showing of Judy.

Although dark, Judy is a poignant retelling of the life of Judy Garland.

Renee Zellweger is extraordinary.

I forgot that the talented yet tortured songstress and actor was only 47 when she died of a drug overdose.

Louis B Mayer would be burned at the stake by the #MeToo movement for the verbal and emotional assassination of the young and vulnerable Judy Garland.

Here’s one of his face to face piercing comments:  “Frances Ethel Gumm or Judy Garland as I named you, you are a fat-ankled, snag-toothed rube from Grand Rapids who I turned into America’s sweetheart.”

Her destruction was preordained by the time she was 10, ingesting uppers for weight loss and downers to make her sleep, liberally handed out by her mother and studio babysitters.

All this pregame activity made me ready for Game 2 of the Yankee ALDS playoffs at Yankee Stadium.

I happily wore my pinstripes and synced up at Columbus Circle subway stop with my favorite sports fan who was sequestered in the first overflowing car of the D express train to Yankee Stadium.

It is beyond groovy to go to a sporting event when everyone is united in support of the home team.

I witnessed no evidence of turncoats.

I did see a dejected Minnesota Twins fan on the subway ride home.

It was an amazing game, highlighted by a Sir DiDi Grand slam home run.

I did walk away with a souvenir.

A foul ball cane right at me, seeming to increase in size and speed as it approached like a white hot meteor.

With personal space limited, I had nowhere to move and the flying missile hit me in the leg, careened off Courtny’s bag and into the hands of the guy 2 seats down.

I was willing to suffer for the win.

The only weekend bummer was a pathetic NY Giants loss.

To be honest, going against everything I believe in,  I gave up before the season started that’s how bad this team is.

Atleast, I spent Sunday with my favorite home team of David, Courtny, Madison and Finnley.

My motto since the tender age of 16 when I edited a book on legendary NFL coach, Vince Lombardi, Winning Isn’t Everything, It’s the Only Thing!