The-e-e-e Yankees… D’OH!

It was a thing of beauty.

Up three games to two in the World Series. Your ace pitcher on the mound for the clinching game, working on only three days rest. But it matters not, for the end result is a five-hit masterpiece, a 2-0 shutout that gives your team the World Series, four games to two.

And with that, the Yankees clinched their twenty-sev—…

Wait, what? Josh Beckett pitches for the Marlins? And the Yankees actually lost the World Series?


Well, crap.

Open letters

Dear Grady Little –

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Dear Red Sox fans –

You all bitched and moaned about Jimy Williams. Now you have Grady Little.

You got what you deserved.

(P.S. Have a nice winter.)

The curse lives!

Bottom of the 11th inning, score tied at 5-all courtesy of an improbable 3-run rally in the 8th by New York off of Red Sox ace Pedro Martinez. On the mound for Boston: knuckleballer Tim Wakefield, who’d been giving the Yankees fits throughout the ALCS. At bat for New York: light-hitting third baseman Aaron Boone, mired in an awful ALCS batting slump.

First pitch from Wakefield: a knuckler.

First swing by Boone: a towering home run to left field to win the game.

Good night, game over, drive home safely.

And you just know what every Sox fan was thinking the second the ball left Boone’s bat:

Bucky. F*cking. Dent. Again.

So once again invoking the immortal (and never tiresome) words of John Sterling:

“Yankees win! The-e-e-e-e-e-e-e Yankees win!”

Bring on the Marlins!