If the near no-no last night wasn’t enough to convince you that Unit’s back is fine, read this:
It was just after 4 p.m. when the Mini Cooper puttered into the Yankee parking lot, rolling by the Land Cruisers and the Porsches. The security guards directed the toy car to its assigned spot, nodding at the driver who had somehow squeezed into the front seat.
After a few moments, the front door opened. A leg emerged. Then another leg – a long one. It took a few seconds, but Randy Johnson finally unfolded himself. The 6-foot-10 left-hander towered over the Mini (its roof only came up to the Big Unit’s hip), creating a sight as bizarre as the Yankees’ pitching situation.