This morning sucks. I mean, it just flat out sucks. Oh let me count the ways it doth suck.
We’ll start with the obvious; the Yankees lost last night and that’s it. We’re out. Even while it was happening I couldn’t believe it was happening. This team that I had sworn by all year…that had pulled together in the second half just flat our gacked in October. They went from looking like a cohesive, formidable monster to just…well, I mean, they just kinda didn’t show any of that fire that got them the Wild Card.
I’m just going to say it now; it’s time for Joe Torre, Yankees manager of 12 years, to go. Year after year this team has shown up in the playoffs and just looked flat. That’s a manager. You can point the finger at all kinds of things, from the owner starting to shoot his mouth off to ARod to whatever. When you come in to the playoffs flat, it’s a manager.
LOVE you, Joe. You gotta go.
For my money, bring in Joe Girardi or Bobby Valentine. That’s right. Booby V. I want someone that can tell George to shut the fuck up when it needs to happen. This team needs to hear something other than Joe’s mellow, “It’s all good” day after day, and Bobby V can do that. Girardi can, too.
We need someone to channel the ghost of Billy Martin!
And I’ll tell you what sucks about the Baseball season coming to an end for your team:
It’s 162 games long! It’s not 16 weeks, 1 game per. Baseball is an investment. To really love it (and I’m looking at all of you “baseball fans” that stopped watching the first time you were asked if you were ready for some football) and to get amped up for everything from the pageantry of Opening Day (which should be a national holiday) to the scorching day games in July…to start and stay strong from wire to wire? That’s a commitment. We aren’t talking one Sunday and a week to refresh. I’m talking 10PM start times for West Coast games three and four nights a week that you watch until you can’t stay awake anymore and wind up checking at 3AM on your computer…
When that ends? It’s awful. I mean it…as soon as the last out was recorded last night I started thinking about next year. Who stays? Who goes? Don’t get me wrong, here. I will be watching the rest of the playoffs and the World Series as I always do. I am a baseball addict first and foremost. It’s just that the Yankees are my favorite narcotic.
Having said that;
PLEASE for the love of GOD, Cleveland, keep this up. The last thing that the baseball Universe needs is for Sox fans to become even more insufferable than they’ve already become.
Moving right along.
I woke up this morning sick as a dog. And since I know you’re going to ask; I didn’t have cerveza #1 on Monday. Zip. Zilch. I’m not hung over, I’m just straight up old school sick. Swollen throat…headache…back ache….the “Oh GOD just let me go back to bed” feeling…
Yep. Sick. Damnit.
I’m already getting that tunnel vision feeling about today; just get me to the end. Get me to what is surely the worst of all Metro rides home; the sick ride. Where everyone is too close to you, it’s all too loud and too jarring, and you just want to get off.
I am SO lookin’ forward to that today. In fact, that’s all I’m lookin’ forward to. It’s 9:30 AM and I’m already thinking about going back to bed.