Who says Santa Claus doesn’t exist? Thank you, Arte Moreno, for your overwhelming generosity this offseason; and thank you Jerry DiPoto for being a capable GM and getting this done. Forget about Christmas…let’s get ready for Spring Training.
Each year, April breathes the warmth of life among inhabitants of the United States of America. Drab hues of brown and grey give way to a rebirth of greens, reds, whites, and pastels, signaling an end to frost-laden hibernation and a return of sprawling natural vibrancy. Ancient pagans believed this rebirth was due to the return of the Green Man from his winter’s slumber, when trees and flowers begin bloom.
In modern America, the promise of spring has evolved into visions of fire-spewing barbecue grills with sizzling meats alongside friends and families begin to fill the hollow void in our souls after enduring what seems to be an eternity of frozen misery–all of which was compounded by Award Season on TV and political stalemate resulting in Democrats transforming into Republicans.
Most importantly, baseball is back.
Two weeks have passed in this year’s six-month slog to the World Series and the Gods of Baseball have treated us to a delightful assortment of springtime sunshine that gives one hope that things may really be alright with the world. My favorite stories so far? Angelic Aces on the mound in Anaheim, the Red Sox mightily struggling out of the gates, and the ceremonious exit of Manny Ramirez from the game of baseball.
October has arrived and it is now arguably the best time of year in many respects. Gone are the sweltering 100-degree days that numbered aplenty in 2010, giving way to a pleasant change of season. More importantly, October marks the beginning of a month’s worth of Major League Baseball playoff games that, when coupled with football gaining momentum, forms the most supreme combination that the sporting world has to offer.
October also inherently means that the New York Yankees and their $206 million dollar payroll are again on the prowl for another World Series ring—a feat that is a love-hate proposition for followers of baseball. Mostly hate…
Before the games get underway and the sporting media machine begins its month-long coronation ceremony by showering its unabashed love on the New York Yankees—the single truism guaranteed to be imposed upon viewers this fall—let’s examine four simple reasons why we should rabidly root for the fiery demise of the Bronx Bombers. Figuratively, people; figuratively…