Four more wins and they can bid adieu to the so-called curse. It came as no surprise to this reporter. (Kidding, of course; that's a line from Major League.) As I said before, I'm more anti-Yankee than pro-Red Sox, but tonight I love that dirty water, oh Boston you're my home. Go Johnny Damon!
Mom Sequiturs, Red Sox fanatic from way back, adjusted her sleep habits so that she could stay up and see every minute of every game, and she was amply rewarded tonight. I don't think there were very many anxious moments for her in game 7, except maybe when Francona inexplicably put in Pitch Count Pedro to throw an inning of batting practice to the Yanks. Great to see Mariano Rivera blow a couple saves, great to hear the Yankees crying like a leetle wooman when in game 6 the calls -- for once!-- went against them. It will be awhile before the phrase "Yankees -- the team with the worst collapse in post-season history" sinks in fully.
So why don't I like the Yankees? Well, as sportswriter Red Smith said in the 1950s, rooting for the Yankees is like rooting for U.S. Steel (Microsoft would be a better comparison nowadays, I suppose), or, as Bill Simmons of ESPN.com says, it's like rooting for the house in blackjack. Any midwesterner who grew up pulling for a local AL team (in my case, the Detroit Tigers) will rejoice in the Yankees' demise.
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