For the new year, I've decided to turn my hatred of all things Yankees in a new direction...the old one obviously wasn't working. I had hoped they'd simply implode through the combination of egos and dollar bills falling into a black hole, but it appears they've spent their way back into contention... and for you Yankee fans, yes, that's exactly what they've done-not shrewdly traded, not carefully developed, but bought, pure and simple.
So, I now hope the Yankees win 140 games, so that to the rest of the baseball world the sheer stupidity of allowing one team to have all the marbles finally hits the sport between the eyes. Only something absurd will hit the mark, and even that may not work. If I hear one more Yankee fan tell me smugly how Tex turned out to be a Yankee fan, adoring Donnie Baseball, I'll puke.
Fact is Tex was never going to Baltimore or Washington. Never. Boras masterfully played the wanna-be's like a fiddle to drive what really was only a two team market, the Dread Sox and the evil empire.
While I love the recent ascent by various teams to the top of the Baseball Mountain, ever so briefly, they're only there for an instant, and the Yankees own the stinking mountain.
So please, may Tex hit homers, may the fat boy win 30, or at least enough to afford a few weeks with Jenny Craig, may their new stinking stadium be haunted by the mobsters undoubtedly buried in the concrete, and may they win 140.
And may we get a salary cap and salary floor in 2010.
There, I feel better already.
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