And there he rested, his cravat removed and replaced by a dressing gown, slippers, and a nightcap. On the 57th floor of the Mandalay Bay Resort and Casino, sitting high above the Las Vegas strip, that old Brian Cashman bent over slowly and grabbed his saucepan so that he might take in his gruel in front of the warm glow of The Michael Kay Show. Just then, a clanging began to ring throughout the suite. Growing louder and louder, the thump of each click and clang became so overpowering that it knocked the paintings straight off the walls.
A Cashman Carol: A Ghost Story of the Yankees Winter Meetings
