Anyone feeling hungover this morning? I am and I didn't even have anything to drink last night. The Yankees' entertaining and highly enjoyable season ended prematurely yesterday, with a whimper then a thud, and we fans can't help but feeling angry and sad--completely helpless. There will be plenty of blame to go around (if you think we've seen the peak of the A Rod bashing, hold onto your hats). Will they fire Joe Torre, How Could This Have Happened?!, etc, etc. Guys, I just don't have it in me to dig into the dirt right now, so you'll excuse the lack of links. The Yankees weren't the only team to take it on the chin in the first round--look at the Twins, who also had a rewarding regular season. But that's what makes baseball unpredictable, wonderful, and, at times, painful.
I think I'll be pulling for the A's in the ALCS. I don't have anything against the Tigers, and I think they have the best home uniforms in the game next to the Yankees. But I have to admit that I was slighly put-off by their post-game celebration on the field after the game. I understand there has been bupkus to cheer about for Tiger fans, and I think the effusiveness expressed by the players were genuine and sincere. So it's not like I was offended on principle or anything. But this was just the ALDS. What ever will they do for an encore? I felt they were gilding the lily some, but, what the hell do I know? The only thing I came away with watching Kenny Rogers lead the charge, standing on the dugout showering fans with champagne, was the thought that he will not win another game in October. Oh, but maybe that's just the bitterness talking.
No matter. Like I mentioned, it is a beautiful, crisp, Sunday morning on the east coast. The sun is out and the leaves are turning. I want to thank all of the regulars--and semi-regulars--who make Bronx Banter the community it is. Again, you guys are the best. And for those who have been with us for more than a minute now, you know just cause the season is over for the Yanks, doesn't mean we're going anywhere. We'll be here for ya through the long winter.