This morning, I sat on my bed, head-in-hands and relived the worst sleepless night in longest memory. In many ways, I felt like the over-the-hill, heavyweight fighter that just stepped out of the ring with the world champ. It hurt like hell now but I knew it would be far worse three days later when the pain settled. I rose from bed and took my first halting steps. I hung my head. My muscles ached but the worst part was how my mind burned. I felt like a three time widower with a streak of bad luck. There was nothing I could do. There never is. It happened, it’s over and it is time to move on. The problem I’m having is that I’m just not sure if I can stomach the incessant introduction over the next 12 months of the New York Yankees as World Champions. I guess I won’t show my pain. They would enjoy that. The bastards.
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HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I feel ya brother
This may not help, but it could be worse. What if that team from the Bronx was in the National League, and they won the fall classic against the Red Sox!
Damn Yankees
Go Bruins!