I predicted a sweep. If Hal Steinbrenner had any brains, he would let Cashman walk. It's not going to happen so my boycott will continue into next season.Guess it's time to get dem brooms out for tomorrow night's game 4...
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I predicted a sweep. If Hal Steinbrenner had any brains, he would let Cashman walk. It's not going to happen so my boycott will continue into next season.Guess it's time to get dem brooms out for tomorrow night's game 4...
_Man_
Walter is so happy, he can hardly contain himself.
Enjoy it while you can because it doesn't last long.Damn skippy.
Enjoy it while you can because it doesn't last long.
As I told my best friend the other day. If I could go back in time to when I was a kid, I would have never became a fan of any sports team. Too much heartache for not enough pure joy.Probably no truer maxim than this when it comes to sports fandom. I've seen lots of highs and lows following the various Houston franchises over the years, various Texas collegiate teams, and of course the Dallas Cowboys. I've seen teams on the cusp of greatness and other years in which they are complete, utter failures.
- Walter.
Easy to draw a straight line between sports fandom, and life- most of the time, things don’t go in our favor, but for the rare occasions that things do work out, there’s enough bliss to make it all worthwhile.As I told my best friend the other day. If I could go back in time to when I was a kid, I would have never became a fan of any sports team. Too much heartache for not enough pure joy.
Regarding sports fandom, there isn’t enough bliss for me.Easy to draw a straight line between sports fandom, and life- most of the time, things don’t go in our favor, but for the rare occasions that things do work out, there’s enough bliss to make it all worthwhile.
I would have given anything to be in any of the bars/restaurants near Wrigley when the Cubs finally won in 2016, or in any of the joints near Fenway in 2004, especially after the 1986 choke. The mass gathering bliss and joy had to be a once in a lifetime experience (just watching the Joy In Wrigleyville show that the MLB Network produced a few weeks after the Cubs won is awesome- watching the Harry Caray joint erupt when Rizzo made the last putout).Regarding sports fandom, there isn’t enough bliss for me.
I knew a few Cubs fans that never got to chance to celebrate any Cubs WS championship.I would have given anything to be in any of the bars/restaurants near Wrigley when the Cubs finally won in 2016, or in any of the joints near Fenway in 2004, especially after the 1986 choke. The mass gathering bliss and joy had to be a once in a lifetime experience (just watching the Joy In Wrigleyville show that the MLB Network produced a few weeks after the Cubs won is awesome- watching the Harry Caray joint erupt when Rizzo made the last putout).
I have more or less disconnected myself, for your reason 1, and I think Manfred and the league are making too many changes to the game. I will never agree with or like the 3 batter minimum.I cut all ties to the game two and a half years ago forever because of (1) MLB's embrace of a political agenda and (2) the horrible quality of the game itself. My life has been more blissful since and when I need a baseball fix I have decades of positive memories to draw from by watching and listening to vintage games from the great Yankee dynasty eras of the late 70s and the late 90s (plus 2009). Seven championships in my lifetime (even if there could have easily been more) was something great to have experienced.
But in reading up on what the team that I once followed has done this year I am not surprised to see that Brian Cashman is still the same old incompetent GM he was in 2019 the last year I followed the team and has once again assembled a team of lumbering home run or nothing sluggers who set records for strikeouts and once again failed to deliver on starting pitching. His decision for "salary cap" reasons to get Sonny Gray instead of Justin Verlander in 2017 with a rising team that was ready to win it all ranks as the most disgraceful of all his blitheringly incompetent decisions since he was given carte blanche control in 2006 since he then decided the 'salary cap' was never a consideration when it came to giving idiotic contracts to the likes of Stanton and an injured Aaron Hicks (you would have thought after Jacoby Ellsbury he'd learned his lesson but he never does because he doesn't have to worry about his job security since he knows Hal is too cowardly to ever utter the words, "You're fired," for fear of being compared to his father)
My day will be spent listening to Game 4 of the 1977 World Series instead of bothering with what is likely to be the latest Yankee postseason failure since 2009. Collectively if you look at the Yankees postseason performance starting with the 2004 nightmare, you see nothing but consistent inability to deliver timely offense and pitching in the pressure of a postseason with the one exception being 2009 (and Cashman lucked out that year because the big contracts of Giambi and Mussina coming off the books allowed him to get the two biggest free agents in Sabathia and Texeirea that year) Cashman's ultimate legacy has been to preside over the end of Aura and Mystique from the Yankee legacy.
I cut all ties to the game two and a half years ago forever because of (1) MLB's embrace of a political agenda and (2) the horrible quality of the game itself.
As I told my best friend the other day. If I could go back in time to when I was a kid, I would have never became a fan of any sports team. Too much heartache for not enough pure joy.
I wouldn’t change a thing.
As frustrating as it’s been for nearly 50 years watching Philadelphia teams I’ve still enjoyed it more then anything else I might have watched.
Hey guys, the Phillies won the NL Pennant.