Postmortem

This season turned out like one of those movies where two guys (Sox/Yanks) slug it out for a whole movie over a girl, and each tries to sabotage the other's date with the girl, until she finally decides she doesn't want to date either of them because they fight so much.  In fact, there was an Arrested Development story arc that played out just like that... straight man Michael (Yankees) is in love with the girl his idiot brother Gob (Red Sox) treats like shit (booing Bellhorn, Foulke and Renteria mercilessly), they end up fighting outside a courthouse, and the girl decides she hates them both and walks off, leaving them to ponder their predicament.  Naturally, after they stop fighting, childlike Buster (Orioles) indignantly demands that someone punch him in the face too, because he feels left out.  Anyway, it's just like that, except instead of realizing what a gift it has been to have such a close, respectable rival at my side all season long, I still want the Yankees to burn in hell, with railroad spikes shoved through their Charlie Browns.

And in closing, anyYankee fan who still thinks A-Rod is the MVP after Monday night... I believe you will be dining with the pro-Graffanino crowd tonight, and your table is ready.