Look, the Blob has feelings, too. And so I'll right off acknowledge that it was already a sad day for the Pinstriped Horde yesterday, what with Whitey Ford passing away and all.
I'll even send condolences, because Whitey Ford dying is 2020 taking another chunk out of baseball lore, and after Al Kaline and Tom Seaver and Lou Brock and Bob Gibson it's already taken its quota. Whassamatta, 2020, nobody picked you for sandlot games back when you were a kid? That why you hate baseball so much?
But I digress.
What I really want to talk about is what happened to the Pinstriped Horde later in the day.
The Tampa Bay Rays knocked 'em out of the postseason, is what happened./
And so, yes, that made a lousy day worse for the New York Yankees, but, no, I'm not sorry. In fact I'd like to thank Mike Brosseau for that home run he hit and the four Rays pitchers who teamed up on a three-hitter and mostly for the 2-1 Rays win that sent the Yankees home and the Rays on to the ALCS.
I'll thank them because now there won't be a choice between waterboarding and the rack for those of us who can't stand the Yankees but absolutely loathe the cheatin' Houston Astros. Now it'll be the Rays vs. the Cheatin's, and that means there will be a clearly defined good guy and a clearly defined bad guy.
So hooray for the Rays. Now go beat those people.
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