Post-ALDS Meltdown
So I cried on Tuesday night. I can admit it now. It wasn’t a boo-hooing sobfest or anything – I’m not an 80-year-old delusional Cubs fan. But when the Indians stormed the field, I started throwing anything I could get my hands on before running out of my house in madcap hysteria, cursing the gods, George Steinbrenner and nature herself. Sure, you say I should have known better.. that I should have seen it coming. But I didn’t.
Was I being smacked over the head with signs? Oh, sure. Brian Cashman allowing Ian Kennedy run off to get married; Chien-Ming Wang throwing beach balls over home plate; Roger Clemens pulling up lame and rubbing our noses in it with that ever-present Cingular commercial; lineup going 1 for 11 with runners in scoring position and 2 outs, hitting .228, managing eight runs on 6 solo homors and stranding 24 runners on base; God sending one of the Plagues of Egypt to attack Joba Chamberlain. I’m not even going to mention Alex Rodriguez. But through all of that and more, I honestly believed my Yankees would pull it out until the 27th out was officially logged and Jorge Posada’s whif lead directly to the thunderstorm that blanketed Japan today.
In any case, I made my way into the street, where a crowd of random passersby watched me have a complete and total meltdown. After they ran away, I continued to rant and rave like one of those homeless crazies you find under a Central Park bridge, and, somewhere along the way, suffered an involuntary stream of tears. I really don’t know when they started… I came out of my dementia cloud to find my face soaked and tears still falling. There wasn’t much I could do to stop them… borne of frustration, anger, annoyance and dashed hope, they continued for at least ten minutes.
After a while, I pulled myself together, had a shower and a lot of sex. It’s amazing how little those things helped. By morning, I was back to wallowing and lashing out at anyone who even had a hint of a smirk.
I’m pretty sure most of my morning conversations went something like this –
Victim: Good morning!
Me: GO FUCK YOURSELF! I WILL NOT BE MOCKED!
Even now, I can’t really make heads or tails of it – the loss, I mean, not my behavior. Dead in the water at Memorial Day, my Yankees stormed through the rest of the season to take the Wild Card and actually make a brief but futile run at the AL East. It wasn’t like we were fighting tooth and nail at the end and barely squeaked into the playoffs. It was ours for a month. We owned the Wild Card fight and for once, the New York Yankees were going to be the hot team! And it’d be us that steamrolled over the complacent division champions for our shot at Number 27. But alas. Here we are again.
After the Alex Rodriguez exercises his contract and heads off to Anaheim or Chicago, I’m going to take a Yankees news nap. When I wake up, I hope to find:
Too much to ask? Of course it is. This time next March, I’ll find this:
Ugh. All the same, I’ll be right here when the season starts again, cheering and bitching until that 27th out. Hopefully, I won’t cry next time.
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I’m gonna try to be optimistic about the off-season. For the first time in 12 years, I think we’re gonna see some intelligent moves (after Cashman leaves first, of course)
they’re gonna go with donnie baseball. that wouldn’t kill you would it? i heard one suggestion today though talking about la russa! i couldn’t imagine him under steinbrenner’s thumb. no way.
Well keep your hopes down in the cellar for the Raiders. I’d hate for you to lose your mind when they end up goin 4-12
I don’t know how you’re a fan of anyone. It just seems so much for you to deal with. I remember when the Yanks collapsed against the Sox a couple years ago. I really thought you were gonna throw yourself out your dorm window.
Look Flashers, I know the pain but you can’t talk about God hating your team and plagues and everything until you’re a Bills fan. I had just about the same meltdown on Monday night but I got started 20 min after you and almost got arrested lol You don’t know pain until you take up for Buffalo.
I have to say that from my view through the living room window, your meltdown was nothing short of spectacular. We thought you were going to go Incredible Hulk out there and overturn a car!
But since I love you so much, I’m offering you this: If you want to live vicariously through me for the rest of October, I’m willing to let you share in Boston’s glory
GO SOX!!!
First year you’d want to face the Angels and what happens, still made a change for a team not to lose on the Rocket’s “end of career” game.
That first scenario sounds about right but like you I have a feeling the vets will put pressure on them to bring Torre back.
“they’re gonna go with donnie baseball. that wouldn’t kill you would it?”
The curse ;¬)
Yankees are now apart of Chaos Theory… yeah that sounds about right!
payback for 1998, warner!
I think A-Rod stays. No one is going to give him a bigger stage or bigger $$$ to beat HANK AARON’S record than NYY. Plus he knows that he’ll never go down as the greatest of em all even with all that money and regular season heroics and records without a ring. Just ask Peyton Manning.
Hadrian is right! Until you saw my heart and soul ripped out and stomped on by the F***ING COWBOYS (of all teams on the planet) last Monday, I am not sure you have any room to talk. I seriously was screaming at Buffalo Wild Wings at the television, “When are the Bills gonna catch a break! Super Bowls, Music City Miracle, now this!!!!!” Plus I get to relive the Music City Miracle multiple times a year because I think the announcers get some sick joy out of replaying it over and over and over. Not to mention that I LIVE with a Dolphins fan and a Redskins fan. And the Redskins fan constantly says when I do something well, that I am “The Anti-Norwood.” Or the other night when Thurman Thomas was on and he said, “Oh, did he remember to bring his helmet this time?” For God’s sake, the Raiders are better than us!
The only other point I will make is that I am also, unfortunately, a Braves fan. I was born a loser.
Hey Patrick born losers are people that like the Cubs. If you like the Bills and the Braves, you’re just askin for it. Can’t feel sorry for people like that lol