Yankees Win! Yankees Win!
This would have been the headline Sunday night if my recurring nightmares during the World Series had come true. Thanks to hope, faith, and
Beckett, that is not the case. I can certainly sympathize with the Yankee players and fans (see:
2000 World Series;
Super Bowl XXXV;
2000-2001 Stanley Cup Finals).
Sorrow, however, I do not feel. Despite Yankee fans' feeling that this one "slipped away", and that three years with two World Series appearances and no rings is a "drought", they can go sell downtrodden somewhere else. Their $180 million soapbox derby racer came up short, looking much like last year's model:
wheels falling off,
paint chipping on the exterier,
engine idling in neutral. Meanwhile, the "next big thing", the Florida Marlins, end a five-year drought of their own by soaring past last year's model, leaving the
Evil Empire in their proverbial dust. The baseball season is finally over, but you can still hear the sounds. The sound of
Don Zimmer crying himself to sleep. The smoldering sound of large piles of money set on fire. The whisper-soft sound of "Mystique and Aura" quietly leaving the building, through the back door, with their tails between their legs.
Don't be sad, Yankee fans. You'll be back next year. Same time, same place. Different
right-fielder? Probably. Different
GM? Could be. Different
manager? You never know. Now that the games are over, it's time to go to work.
I'll leave you with the answering machine message my friend left waiting for me when I got in last night: "This is the best I've felt since
two years ago at this time when the Diamondbacks beat the Yankees."
Sad, But True. This is all we've got.
Don't forget to buy your very own Florida Marlins official World Series Champion gear. (I don't get a cut, trust me).