Getting Young Again

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At the 100-game mark of a baseball season...

...one team has been over .500 for 24 years in a row.

Of course it's the 27-Time World Champion Greatest Franchise in the history of Organized American Sports.

But title #28 isn't coming this year.

I now have a couple of months to get used to the idea.

Because last week they dealt pitcher Aroldis Chapman to the Cubs for a group of 19 and 20 year olds.

Then yesterday morning I got a notice that said:

"Andrew Miller traded to the Indians."

For 4 more 19-20 year old kids.

As we ate Sunday pasta, the dopey kids who don't love the Yankees started busting my chops. We spoke of the need to cut bait with two Yankees that my Mom knows.

"They need to get rid of A-Rod and Tex," I said.

And Mom asked why.

"Because they're old. They can't do it anymore."

Mom didn't take the news well.

"All the guys I know are gone."

I felt weird all day!

I don't know how I fee about the Yankees having to start over.

A few years back I played in a softball game.

A ball was popped up to the outfield.

I was at second.

My buddy, who used to run fast was in center.

My immediate thought was that one of us would catch it.

The ball landed between us...

...neither of us getting within 15' of it.

I looked at him.

He looked at me.

"Time is a real bitch," he said.

It's undefeated.

"It's going to be a long time until they're good again," my mother-in-law complained.

I thought back to the 1980's.

I feel weird!

The Yankees don't have a chance to win a championship.

24 years of being very good.

Time waits for no one.

I can only hope the kids are good.

I'll be watching.

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