New Yorkers tend to get themselves riled up about certain things. A tourist stops short walking in front of you to look at the lights in Times Square? Fly into a rage and curse all residents of the Midwestern United States. The price of a bleacher seat at The Stadium goes up another dollar? Work yourself into a tizzy complaining about Steinbrenner’s boundless greed. Can’t catch a cab? It’s an international Jewish conspiracy. One subject...
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