That Should Just About Wrap Things Up

As I write this, the Yankees are on their way to officially ending their season. Sure, there are maybe 30 or so games left on the docket, but for all intents and purposes (or as I like to say: intensive purposes) tonight's 7-3 loss against the Red Sox finally drives the last rusty, tetanus laden spike through the Bronx Bombers coffin. The playoff run is coming to an end, this from one of the great eternal/internal optimists the world has ever seen. But now, as summer slowly ebbs into autumn, there is only one logical conclusion. The Yankees have as much business in the playoffs as I have being at an 18-year old girl's slumber party. No matter how badly I want either scenario to happen, it just isn't happening.

This is a feeling I've not felt in my mature life. Half of my time spent on this planet has been in a world where the Yankees make the playoffs every season. That chapter of my life came to an end tonight, just like the crack dealing and busing in illegal immigrant eras before it. Am I disappointed? You bet, but this is also something that shouldn't be a huge shock for anyone who has spent significant time watching the Yankees this year. The team never was healthy and regularly failed to come through with important plays during key times. It's that simple. Starting catcher goes down on any team in the league and there are going to be problems. Same with a number one starter. Add to that flirting with disaster recipe career worst years by your second baseman/centerfielder/shortstop and it's going to be a bumpy ride.

Now, I focus my attention to my other teams: Liverpool and my tragically under appreciated Denver Broncos, to whom I must apologize for slighting terribly this past offseason. The next week will be spent brushing up on depth charts, player analysis and blogs as I prepare for the run to our third Super Bowl title.

Fuck it, who am I kidding? I'd take a wild card birth right now. I guess this is what life is like with the glass half empty all the time. Great. The next 124 years of my life should be awesome.