For three consecutive days, the Yanks have won beat the Twins with a walk-off home run.  And for three consecutive days, the Yanks have shoved a whipped cream pie in the face of the guy responsible for the victory.

Here’s what I want to know:  Where do these pies come from?  Are they just lying around — meant to be eaten for dessert — and then whimsically transformed into a delightful expression of gleeful celebration?  Or are Yankees staffers instructed to always have whipped cream pies on hand — just in case.  Because you never know when someone’s going to hit a walk-off home run or do some other extraordinary thing for which there is no other way to  fete him than with a pie in the face?

Either way, Sparkly Lyle — destroyer of birthday cakes — is undoubtedly happy that somewhere in the stadium, food is being wasted in the name of fun.

Call me crazy, but if I ever did something awesome, I’d probably be annoyed if someone shoved a pie in my face right after.  I’d probably be like, “Dude. I just won that for us.  Why are you putting pie in my face?”  It seems to me that pie in the face should be reserved for someone who strikes out looking with bases loaded to end a close game or a pitcher who blows a save.

Despite my inability to wrap my brain around this particular brand of fun, it’s good to see that fun is finally being had in the Bronx.  What’s more, it’s nice that to see that it was truly a team effort that earned us this victory.  True, he didn’t get the W, but Burnett gave us six scoreless inning before giving up two runs in the seventh — a solid outing.  Aceves gave us a scoreless tenth and eventually got the W for himself.  A-Weird chipped in with a dinger of his own.  Melky, who I just can’t get enough of these days, brought Hideki home on a sac fly.  (May I remind you all that when they tried to write Melky out of the lineup, I was the one who predicted that he would ultimately be a great contributing factor to our success.  No one ever listens to me.)

At the end of the day, though, it was Johnny D. who got pulled out the tenth inning walk-off, for which he was awarded the pie in the face.

(Melky and A-Rod were awarded the honors the previous two nights.)

In any event, it’s nice that we’re enjoying ourselves, and nice to see we’re doing it as a team. Ideally, we’ll complete the sweep tonight – with or without a whipped cream pie-inducing walk-off. I think it’s critical for these three reasons:

1)      After a rough start, we’re finally starting to get into our groove – have a little fun.  I think that if we can come out of a four-game series against the Twins having not only won, but swept, it really gives us the confidence we need to keep this train rolling.  To feel like it’s not a fluke.  Like we’re in the zone.

2)      I’m going to The Stadium tonight for some exclusive coverage.  I’m going to give it to you straight:  It’s not that fun to be there when we lose. People are sad when lose. I’m sad when we lose. Then we all ride the subway home together.  See what I mean?  Not that fun.

3)      I want to be able to e-mail my friend — the one from Minnesota with the limited vocabulary — and ask him if he knows what spanking means.