In Pursuit of #28

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I have been officially over winter since about the middle of November. Now that it has stretched another few months I'm really tired of it.

I watched a few innings of the Yankees a couple of days ago. I didn't get to see the stars...they play rarely as they get ready for the season...but I watched the kids anyway. They were wearing the greatest uniforms in all of sports, after all.

And so the 27-time World Champion Yankees are getting ready to try for #28.

It can't come soon enough.

The Baseball magazines are already out. I picked up two of them so far, and not even one writer is giving the Yanks a chance this year. They are talking about the stars getting old and the fact that the Phillies and Red Sux are trying to buy a title.

I tell you, those teams are ruining the sport.

Anyway, I, as you may have guessed, believe that the Yanks have enough. Their infield is worth more than most countries, and they can still hit. Jeter is going to be ready to prove people wrong.

Besides, this year, I have even more to root for...like Cliff Lee getting his pansy brains bashed in every time he toes the rubber. He didn't want to come to New York. He said he thought Philly had a better chance to win.

Two words for Lee: Greg Maddux.

You see, Greg Maddux was a pitcher for the Cubs when he hit free agency. He took his talents south to Atlanta in 1994. He said that he believed, that over the length of his contract, that the Braves would be the better team.

The final score over the course of his contract was Yankees 4 titles. Braves 1.

Two of the titles the Yanks won were over the Braves.

Ooops! Maddux under-estimated the greatest franchise in sports.

Something tells me Lee did the same thing.

Philadelphia? Really?

Big mistake.

This blog is dedicated to my buddy Gag and his wonderful Mom, who spoke with me a few weeks ago. After a great conversation, I started to say goodbye. Gag's Mom, just under the bell, said, "Oh, one more thing, Go Phils!".

Great lady, but I had to hang up on her!

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Gag said…
Hung up on my mom did you. Really!!! When the knee is better I'll show no mercy in our game of one on one.
03 March, 2011
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