Finding Solace

Having watched the Mets bullpen puke up yet another a lead, I find myself too tired/sick to complain. Instead, I pound theraflu and think of how much beauty there is in the world:

Cousin Dan's baby boy being born today.

The blue skies that have charmed the end of August.

And the New York Yankees.

My brain is slightly fried right now, incapable of doing math. But today, the Yankees have a tragic number. And that is an exciting thing for an anti-yankees website.

For those who may have forgotten, Y2k was started out of anger and boredom. A depressed paralegal who was looking to physically destroy his computer screen, instead choosing to take out his aggression on his keyboard and the blogosphere.

The subject then was the Yankees. I described how the Yankees were ruining the game that I loved with with their greed, money and holier than thou mentality. I argued that they were, in fact, cursed.

Three years later and the Yankees ring total has not grown. While my disdain may have eased with maturity and loss of energy, I still understand and respect my vision from three years back.



Which makes 2008 so close.

I never thought this day could potentially come. Might the Yankees actually be watching the playoffs from their couches?

While it is obviously too soon to tell- we all remember 2007- with every day that passes my vision grows more and more clear.

A post-season without the Yankees.

The only thing that would make me happier than the Yankees missing the playoffs would be for the Yankees to make the playoffs solely because of Carl Pavano.

That would be poetic to me.

But with about 40 games to go and the Yankees six games back of the wild card, it remains possible that the Yankees season lies in the results of this week.

Its a great week for baseball.

Every week is a great week for blogging.

Vaya,
Sip