i admit it: i cry at sporting events. i always have. i just get so darn invested.
but this, this was even more. yeah, it hurts to invest your energy and passion in following a team so closely for 7 or 8 months only to see them fall apart in 4 short games. but this was more than defeat. this was, it seems, the end of an era.
steinbrenner said that if the yankees didn't get out of this series that mr. torre's job would be on the line. well, if he meant what he said, joe will soon be fired. and apparently joe thinks the boss meant what he said because if you listened to any of the post game (which i did - i am a sucker for misery) joe kept talking about looking back on his 12 years as manager and about how 'they' will be a good team next year (not 'we').
if it is indeed true that mr. torre will be fired, i will probably cry again. he has been the manager since before i moved to new jersey. in many ways, for me, he is the wise grandfather of these yankees. many of the players have changed over the years, but torre has remained. and, if i had any say in the matter, he would remain. tell me who is going to be better at handling the relentless new york media and the ridiculous combination of egos that inevitably end up in pinstripes making God-awful sums of money? who is going to command the respect of some old veterans and the new blood? who else?
at least the steelers won sunday. i turn my attention now to them fully.
well, almost fully. i still have to invest a bit of energy into hoping the red sox get destroyed by the indians.