First off, congrats to the Yankees on securing their 27
th World Series Championship. It seemed like the playoffs lasted for about 2 months, which I can't fully complain about as I love the game of baseball. I was at a school today and the number of kids wearing Yankee shirts was quite large. Can you take a guess what player a majority of the kids had on their back?
Anyhow, it seems you either love the Yankees or you hate them. For me, the World Series seemed to have the most competition. The
Twins played like crap and their defense let them down immensely. Same thing happened with the Angels, though they did make a comeback. I felt like the
Phillies put up quite a fight and a better bullpen/closer might have helped put them over the top (Howard showing up to play might have helped also).
I keep reading the money aspect, which as a Yankee fan, I have to be realistic and agree with
a lot of people. I am going to spend a few days when I have time
analyzing some figures to see how much money really does play a factor. You would be an ignorant fan to say that money plays no effect. It just isn't the case;
everything always comes down to money.
Regardless, if you are a baseball fan in general today is a somewhat sad day as the season is now
officially over. Here is a poem i read that I thought you might like and describes me to a T.
When someone asks you your favorite sport
And you answer Baseball in a blink
There are certain qualities you must possess
And you're more attached than you think.
In the frozen grip of winter
I'm sure you'll agree with me
Not a day goes by without someone
Talking baseball to some degree.
The calendar flips on New Year's Day
The Super Bowl comes and it goes
Get the other sports out of the way
The green grass and the fever grows.
It's time to pack a bag and take a trip
To Arizona or the Sunshine State
Perhaps you can't go, but there's the radio
So you listen-you root-you wait.
They start the campaign, pomp and pageantry reign
You claim the pennant on Opening Day
From April till fall
You follow the bouncing white ball
Your team is set to go all the way.
They fall short of the series
You have a case of the "wearies"
And need as break from the game
But when Christmas bells jingle
You feel that old tingle
And you're ready for more of the same.
It will be hot dogs for dinner
Six months of heaven, a winner
Yes, Baseball has always been it.
You would amaze all your friends
If they knew to what ends
You'd go for a little old hit.
The best times you're had
Have been with your Mom and your Dad
And a bat and a ball and a glove.
From the first time you played
Till the last time you prayed
It's been a simple matter of love.
365 by Jack Buck