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Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Jagged bitter pill

And so begins a long winter of discontent. While not as gut wrenching as last year's implosion in slow motion, it's every bit as disappointing. In a season where so many unsung journeymen became household names because of their surprising and gritty efforts, to go out this way in California just feels so empty. The winds of uncertainty is sure to blow more than a few familiar faces out of the Bronx. Did Bernie Williams really play his last game in front of the Yankee faithful? Joe Torre isn't quite the steady bet anymore in his tenure. Has his grace period met its end? Mel Stottlemyre could be eying a scenery change over in Seattle. Brian Cashman's contract expires (almost appropriately enough) on Oct. 31. Who's going? Who's staying? The reshuffling of power players eerily mirror question marks of the next roster unveiling on Opening Day '06.

As enemies of all things pinstripes rejoice, I have no choice but to find solace in multiple bottles of Absolut to numb the sting after leaving a dent in my flat screen from hurling my fuzzy slippers in frustration. At the end of the day, yes it's still just a game. But for the casual fan, it's hard to fully understand what it's like to ride and die with one team. Hurts like a motherfucker. The countdown to hope budding eternal at Legends Field begins now.

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Blogger Mealone commented at 10/11/2005 03:36:00 PM~  

I am a casual fan but it still hurts nevertheless.

I don't need an excuse to drink but I am going to use this as one. *salut*

Blogger Will commented at 10/11/2005 06:04:00 PM~  

This really hurts. But not just because of the loss ... I could see it coming. A-Rod and Matsui were abysmal for all five games. You can't expect to advance when your RBI guys don't show up.

I feel bad for Jeter, Posada, Chacon and Cano, who all stepped up when the team needed them, only to be let down or left on base.

I bid Bernie a fond adieu. It's time. Sierra, too. Thank goodness we get to say goodbye to Kevin Brown and Womack.

You're so right about this promising to be a long winter. Let's hope they bring in a speedy centerfielder and a bullpen lefty who can actually pitch.

And if they fire Torre, they better bring in Lou Piniella. He may be the only guy who can command respect from Captain Jeter. Torre is all he knows...

I'm down for swallowing this pill. As long as the Red Sox and your pinup Manny (blecch... lol)* are gone as well.

*See how I addressed it and let it slide at the same time? Be proud of me. LOL

Respect, my sista. :)

Blogger TriniPrincess commented at 10/12/2005 01:52:00 AM~  

*clinking martini glasses with mealone*

Will, you just had to throw my shameful sign of weakness all up in my grill didntcha? I am proud of you for the restraint..LOL

Now let's go half on a box of Puffs Plus to mop up our sorrows. ;-)

Blogger Rell commented at 10/12/2005 03:47:00 PM~  

keep a-rod, keep jeter, keep rivera, keep chacon, keep giambi (as much as it pains me to say that)and keep posada.

Everyone else can roll...

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