Every year that I get to see pictures like this…
…of Pay-Rod, Giambi, Jeter, and the $200 million payroll crew, with tears in their eyes and dumb-founded looks on their faces, the more I enjoy the sport of baseball. It’s just priceless.
I started following baseball in 2001 and in those 5 beautfiul years the Yankees have NOT won a World Series. Maybe I am the key to their demise. I am the last great Yankee hater (of the Rebellion) who is keeping the curse intact. Every year I get a little more nervous (this year I was quite fearful in fact) that the Yankees will bounce back and win one again. And every year they fail to get it done–going down in flames miserably in the post-season. I am not knocking their opponents at all by saying this. I am merely pointing out my satisfaction in seeing the "heralded All-Stars" lose. Every year you can feel the pressure and the tension mounting as the losses rack up. It’s a self-propagating phenomenon.
It’s gotten so bad for the big apple boys that I almost felt a little sorry for Randy Johnson the other night when they pulled him off the mound. And then I remembered that he was on the Yankees roster by choice and dismissed my sympathy in order to gloat his team’s collapse.
When the Mariner’s are as terrible as they are year in and year out, I primarily have on thing that I am hoping for each October: that the Yankees won’t win it all. So far, so good. Now I can relax and enjoy the rest of the season of baseball care-free…

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