Oh, Hell, I'm Gloating
It's only April, but bear in mind the nascent leaves now bursting from branches above you are the same ones that will shade you in July and technicolor your world in October. --Ed
It took a few seconds to fully comprehend what was happening, to understand what was tumbling out of the angry grandstands. The game was already out of hand. The Red Sox had seen to that by battering Jose Contreras, by butchering Donovan Osborne, and by soon bloodying Scott Proctor. They could've gotten themselves a 10-run mercy rule win, if the law allowed. That wasn't so astonishing. The Red Sox have beaten up the Yankees before. They've even won their fair share of lopsided games inside Yankee Stadium before. These things happen. These things have happened.
Then came something that almost never happens:
Derek Jeter took ball one off Derek Lowe, leading off the home sixth, the Yankees already behind 7-0. He took strike one. He took strike two. And then flailed helplessly as strike three. Again: no new ground here. No virgin territory. Before swatting air this time, Jeter had already struck out 882 times as a major leaguer. Some of them had even come at Yankee Stadium.
None of them had ever been accompanied by the following commentary:
"Boooooooooooooooo!"--"It's This Bad: Jeter Booed!" by Mike Vaccaro, New York Post
I can never understand how Sox fans feel, but all I know is that I'd much rather earn it by beating the best teams then to be handed it because "it's about time". That would take away from the championship IMO. And everytime the Yanks take a division title, a league title, and a championship, I savor and appreciate it as long as possible. It's not easy to do and knowing the run I went through when I first became a Yankee fan, I remember what it was like to come so close and lose it, and the more painfull end of it with having no chance at all, there is no way in hell I'd be content. Who knows how long the Yanks are going to be as good as they are. It could end at any time. --Hitman23 on the experiment at NYYFans.com
Meanwhile, the NFL Draft takes place today. I expect the Patriots will pad their dynasty.
The downside: I have to listen to Michael Irvin talk, and hear him talk about Eli Manning, a double-whammy if there ever was one.
For the record, Eli Manning is a whiny little bitch. I hope the Chargers do draft him, and sit his punk ass on the bench just like he's talked about. That way, he doesn't play football and nobody's happy--then maybe he'll realize what a total dickwad (yes, I did just say dickwad) he's being.
But that probably won't happen. Because Manning's asshole quotient is obviously genetic, and bigger than all of us.
So, barring that, I just can't wait till the Patriots play whatever team Young Manning goes to, so we can boo the piss out of them at Gillette, and so Tom Brady can show him firsthand what it's like to be a man.