Ugh. The happiest day of my year, each of the last 8 years before this one was always the day the Yankees would be eliminated for the year. There was nothing like watching the locker room of Yankees on the verge of tears choking back their frustrations as they answered humiliating questions about why the highest paid team in baseball just choked again.
But this year, there is no Christmas, the dreaded has happened. And it’s an awful night to be a Yankee-hater living in the Bronx. And I expect it to be an awful 12 months ahead in this respect. For the rest of my feelings on the subject, I defer to Mr. Hetfield and company, who express them far better than I could: