My Yanks have fallen!

This is one of the hardest nights of the year for me. Just a little while ago the last out of my beloved Yankees season was recorded. The sinking in is slow to rise. You don't feel it at first. Not now, not tonight. Tonight you feel nothing. Tonight you feel empty.



Tomorrow though is different. Tomorrow I don't have to look and see whose pitching. Tomorrow 7:05pm is just 7:05pm. Who will I turn to when I have had a shit day, who will go 3 for 4 to battle out of slump and show me how to battle through adversity.



Day two is ugly. Like a drunk starting to feel the effects of detoxing, anxiety takes over not just your mind, but your body too. You lash out at Sports Center, and the other teams. You feverishly flip through the channels looking for a new ending to the season but it never changes, you just continue to relive that last fly ball landing in the fielder’s glove over and over. It really is over.



Day three, four and five are a blur, Lots of rumors and second guessing, and a lot of calls from adversaries looking to gloat. You don't complain, and you don't make excuses. You don't blame curses, bad calls or even bugs. You congratulated the victors and you think of next year. The other guys may break your heart, but they can't take you heart. Your heart stays with your team.



Day six you start to think about the new guys, the young guys, and the guys coming back next year to settle some unfinished business.



Day seven you get mad again and start thinking what if this and what if that. But no.

October ends, a new champ has been crowned. Can we please just move on already?



Then nothing, football, the holidays, taxes, blah, blah, and blah! Life’s routine has continued. You have good days, you have bad days, you have days you are not even sure. You get into new shows, see six movies; you may even find a new hobby. Nothing, however, really fills the void. The void just sits there. It sits there so long you forget it is there. Then it happens.



Just after the super bowl, kind of around tax time, you are doing something and half watching Sports Center and you hear the words. Words that bring the once raging and now dormant fire in your belly instantly back to a raging inferno.



".................Just two weeks until pitchers and catchers report to spring training, what can we expect......"



It's freaking on. We are back!