
Okay, I REALLY had the intention of posting something positive about **shudder** Derek
Jeter today. My hatred of all things Yankee - and, especially, of Derek
Jeter - is well documented. But, his achievement Wednesday night - tying Gehrig's record for most hits ever by a Yankee - is really something. I planned to give a shout-out to an admirable adversary, a true competitor, one of the great players of this era, someone you begrudgingly admire.
But, that was Wednesday. Today is Friday. Good feelings quickly fade...especially after I saw a
Prime 9 special on the
MLB Network this morning while working out. The 9 greatest comebacks in
MLB history. Number 1? Of course - 2004, RS come back and kick some Yankee behinds.
How quickly my benevolent feelings dissipated.
And I began to think about the 2009 edition of the RS. Do you see some
deja vu? The Rockies are charging
thru the
NL - on an incredible tear. 2007? The Yankees have dominated the AL East, and it seems that the
Sox might clinch the Wild Card. 2004? Our bullpen looks poised to be pretty damned
unhittable in the post-season. 2004? Our offense seems to be awakening from their nap. 2004?
So, screw
Jeter and screw the Yankees. I really, really, really want to see Mike Lowell holding up that
WS trophy again this year. I want to see that dancing fool,
Papelbon, performing. I want to see how Victor Martinez reacts to his first
WS ring. I want to sit,
mesmerized, in front of my
tv, ignoring
McCarver & Buck, tears streaming down my face, while I watch MY team, MY Boston Red
Sox be triumphant.
Tonight, the march to October begins.
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