I don't care if the Yankees are as relevant as last years front page; anytime we can go into the Toilet and pull off a win I'm happy.
Tonight? We just might have pounded the final nail into the coffin that's the Yankee 2008 season.
7-3 and the bullpen made it seem closer than it was. Forget the fact that I'm pretty sure our 'pen, as currently constructed, will have a tough time making it past the first round. Tonight was all about beating the Yankees, dashing their fans hopes like some demented Santa Claus on crack and moving on.
I think we accomplished our primary goal, though a win tomorrow night by the Sox would firmly confirm it. The dinks from NY are on life support and one more big loss will write their off season ticket to golf courses, strip bars, and all you can eat buffets at Hooters courtesy of that one way ticket they deserve.
It doesn't matter how may team meetings at the mound, how many fillibusters from Hank Steinbrenner, or how many protested calls they make; the Yankee season is one out away from contacting Hospice and I can't tell you how happy that makes me feel.
Screw Pride, Tradition, and Joe Girardi acting like he's been there before; you've got a bad team going nowhere and I hope you choke on your tradition; welcome to reality. You, and your team suck this year.
Count your blessings and pray Cashman sells the farm for CC Sabbathia next year.
And I hope you enjoy the playoffs from the 19th hole.
Some Things: February 4, 2016
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