Catharsis
By ThrowsLikeAGirl
Good morning, YankeesSuck readers: We all know what happened last night: the long and drawn out torture before the ultimate demise. The mailbox was full this morning, folks. Seems like there was a lot of late-night cathartic typing by Yankee haters who are undoubtedly starting off to work or the holiday weekend with that all-too-familiar mid-summer mailase. As a service to the community, we’ll share with you some of the more coherent letters here.
Take a few hours to grieve, then TGIF! Fire yourselves up again because the Mets are going to need all the collective karma we can send their way!
From M. Castillo —
"Since I am a Red Sox fan, I must be an outraged fan speaking for all the underdogs; but wait, the Red Sox aren't underdogs. Yes, they seem to occupy a permanent slot in second place behind the Yankees, but even when they are down, they're never counted out.
So I'll just send a brief pitch as an outraged fan. I am just now calming my shaking fingers enough to be able to write this after watching the 13-inning heartbreaker lost by one of the greatest teams with one of the richest histories in the annals of baseball.
One petty little question lingers in my mind though. As a displaced citizen of Red Sox Nation living in the belly of the beast, I am exposed daily to diatribes and insults in the local papers directed at my Olde Towne Team. And something has stuck in my mind. One of the more common jabs is how the Red Sox behave after having beat the Yankees in a regular-season series. They are derided for behaving as though they had won a playoff series. Now is it just me, or did anyone else who watched tonight's game see the Yankees jump around as though they won the Pennant?
Underdog, huh?
From Dfense1313 —
"Sorry about the loss. I was at the game but came home early and was listening to the game on the radio. I'm not a Sox fan but a Mets fan so I was cheering for the Sox loudly and proudly. Despite the loss, I got a long, hardy laugh at the stupidity of the idiot Yankee announcers John Sterling and Charlie Steiner. Steiner was calling the game at the time of A-Rod's "triple play" but he failed to remember that in baseball you cannot get the same runner out twice. With his experience you would expect more, but this is what you get from the Yankees. Instead of realizing this 1st-grade logic of knowing that you can't get the same runner out twice, Sterling and Steiner ranted for the rest of the inning and the next inning about how it should've been a double play and they would not let it go. Complete morons. It was both painful and hilarious to listen to the stupidity and whining of these announcers, thinking there was a conspiracy against them. It makes me sick to hear Yankee fans whine when everything goes their way 99% of the time. Anyway, I just thought you would love to hear about this stupidity. It might cheer some folks up. Good luck the rest of the way.
From Nate Owen —
"I am writing this in a time of great turmoil and anger for me as a Red Sox fan. For the second time in less than a year I have lost all hope. Lost all the love for the game Ilove more than anything else. I have to say this past half year has been the most trying time for me as a Sox fan. Being born the year after the 86 series, I know nothing firsthand of Bucky &*!@ Dent or the Buckner incident. I have never had this much heartbreak in all my years as a fan. Sure there have been some tough years, the 98 playoffs vs Clev., the 99 playoffs vs the Yankees, the 2001-2003 seasons. But during those times, there was no false hope. I knew they sucked. They were expected to suck. Sure it was frustrating, but I knew it was coming, deep inside, even though I would never admit it. In 98 and 99, it was good enough that they made the playoffs. Who cares if they went anywhere? But in the past half year, I have put all my hopes and dreams out on the line only to watch them get cut to pieces faster than Giambi fails a drug test. I still can picture in my mind the agony of last year in New York. 5 outs away.... 5 outs away from me going to Game 1 of the World Series. The tickets had come that day and still remain hidden away, untouched, memories of what could have been.... The pain I feel tonight a I watched a .153 hitter kill any hope the Red Sox had of a division title this 2004 season are as poignant and bleak as they were last October. I didn't watch any of the World Series games last year, I only flicked on Game 7 at the very end, to take a small comfort in watching the Yankees fail. I feel that I will not be able to watch the Sox for many days now, yet I know I will go crawling back to them, like an addiction to an evil drug that once it has dug its claws into you it won't let go. This is my feeling on the events of the past few days. I won't even get into what I think of Nomar and Francona. I constantly watch Baseball Tonight (though I haven't lately due to the Sox's losing ways, I'm unable to watch any type of baseball when they lose) and I keep up on all the rumors flying around about trades, injuries, etc. The rant above was a spur of the minute fling, my emotions came out faster than I could type in some instances, so combined with the fact that it is 1:32 in the morning I hope my thoughts came out as something legible and meaningful. That’s my take on things, and all that I have to say at this moment, as I sit here, feeling as depressed and distraught as I have ever felt in my years as a Red Sox fan. However, after this crisis has passed, I shall return to beingthe diehard and loyal follower of my beloved Red Sox."
