Did someone, perhaps, forget to mention this small detail to the Team Making New England Weep lately?  And why would a first-place club, with a good-sized lead, suddenly decide to tank the end of the season, and go for the wild-card, instead?  My father sent me this today, but I remained surly and unhappy, despite his best efforts.  Maybe I will put on one of my favorite shirts tomorrow, in an attempt to cheer up.

I cruelly said to a Yankees fan today, “Well, you know, when it comes to sports teams, the Yankees aren’t exactly The Little Engine That Could.”  That was snide of me.  But, it’s been a hard week, and I’ve scarcely been able to work–or eat–or sleep.  (Note to self–maybe it’s time to find a new damn hobby.)  If you ask me, with a bench full of All-Stars backing up other All-Stars, it’s only news if the Yankees don’t go 162-0 every season.

Which is not to say that this guy isn’t special–because he is.  If you don’t enjoy watching him play, you’re not a baseball fan.  

(taken at a recent game)

And here’s another wonderful athlete.

But, this  guy?  No.  He’s having a season for the ages–but, no.  Absolutely not.  Even though I have a sick, sad feeling that this may happen during the off-season.

Enough of the team I routinely call The Evil Ones.  Instead, we should celebrate my Best Boy.  I may even buy his book.  (where do I stand, insofar as the scandal is concerned?  Dismayed, bereft–and yet quite certain that the punishment far exceeds the crime.)

More about that on another day, I suspect.