Today on Bullett, I celebrate the catastrophic failure that was the New York Yankees postseason. I'm not sure why they keep letting me write about sports on that hip, sexy, fashiony website, but I'm gonna keep doing it once every week or two as long as the gig holds out.
In this column, which I'm actually quite proud of, I explain Mets Day, a holiday that I've been celebrating privately for the last few years. It's the day the Yankees are no longer able to win the World Series. Obviously, it doesn't come around every year, but we've had a good run of them the last couple.
The New York Yankees have finished their season in disgrace, getting swept in four by a Detroit Tigers team that barely scraped its way into October. For weeks now, the Bombers have seemed to be playing with foam bats, and their impotent offense has doomed them to a third successive season without a World Series trophy.
As usual, the New York Post has it dead on. “Dear Yankees!” their front page trumpets. “We don’t date losers!” They sign this little break-up letter, “New Yorkers,” forgetting that millions of New Yorkers who do date losers, who love losers, who are so wrapped up in the joys of losing that the thought of winning year-in, year-out fills them with nauseous dread.
We are called Met fans. And today is our holiday.
Get the rest of it here. And because the embedding on Bullett didn't work, lemme post this amazing video here too. This one goes out to you, Yankee faithful.