I Wish it had Been at the Stadium

There's no point ranting about a game like tonight. Sometimes you just get outplayed and lose, badly. That's why it is important to win games like last night's, which BGW correctly called the most depressing and predictable loss of the season. I only wish tonight's game had been at home, so we could have been treated to the unusual spectacle of 50, 000 plus hometown fans booing a homerun hit by a hometown player against their bitter rival. Yes AROD, you fucking loser, it is possible to drive in 130 runs a year and never come through in the clutch. You do it by killing game-winning rallies by hitting into dps one night and then hitting meaningless home runs when the game is out of reach the next. That's how you manage, by the way, to have the third lowest batting average in the major leagues with RISP and 2 outs.

You say you are harder on your self than anyone. Bullshit. You couldn't bear to live with a level of self-disgust that would equal the contempt most Yankee fans feel for you.

The darkest day in Yankee history since the untimely demise of Thurman Munson was the day the player's union blocked the deal that would have sent you to Boston for Manny Ramirez. I cried whenI heard about Munson's plane crash (he was my favorite Yankee before he returned in the form of Paul O'Neill). If I knew then, what I know now, I'd probably have cried when that deal got blocked. I know I would have when the Yankees picked you up instead. What I know now is that the Yankees have become a team, your team, where instead of marginal to decent players performing out of their minds in pinstripes, bringing home championship after championship, it is a team where high priced superstars follow your lead in underachieving, creating the nightmare scenario that the Yankees will become the BoSox of the 21st century. To avoid this fate, I believe Steinbrenner ought to have you sent down to AAA right now. If he has to pay you ridiculous sums of money to help his team lose, her should have the satisfaction of making you ride in Greyhound and sleep in flea-bitten motels. while being shamed and execrated in small midwestern towns you never heard of.