Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Yesterday is how Yanks are supposed to be

Yesterday, America got a glimpse of the way we used to be.
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To reconfigure John Sterling's call: The Yankees win... the Yankees WINNNN.
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We’re not talking game. We’re talking hearts and minds. We’re talking about winning back what we lost over the last seven wretched years – when we trashed our heritage on Kevin Browns, Gary Sheffields, Randy Johnsons, Jaret Wrights, Carl Pav-ahhhhhhhhhh-NO.
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No more.
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Yesterday, the world saw Yanks running their fingers over names cut into stone, pausing to ponder what blessings they've received, and offering one pleasant memory to those who for the rest of their lives will seek to counterbalance a horrible one.
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Damm! This is what Yanks are supposed to be.
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This is what we are supposed to be.
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Goddamm! We are not supposed to be bullies, choke-artists, drunks, druggies, steroid abusers, wire-tappers, waterboarders, thugs and under-achieving, chuckling dolts of nepotism.
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Goddammit, we are the Yanks. We are supposed to bring hope, truth, honor, justice. We don’t run over innocent catchers. We don’t shoot into crowds. We don’t need HGH. We don't torture people.
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We have taken a lot of shit over the years, most of it from chock-full-o-hate, self-righteous Redsock carpers, (Remember their shameful acts over Wade Boggs, Carlton Fisk, Roger Clemens?) who came to prefer a Yankee loss to a Boston victory -- a state we must ever embrace.
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Truth is, though, somewhere along the way, we grew callous, mean-spirited, greedy.
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Yesterday, we stood for something.
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Well, it got us thinking...
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We at IT IS HIGH hereby make this vow:
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We shall celebrate Yank victories, achievements and virtuous deeds with more pure, unabashed joy than anywhere else on this planet.
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And we will ridicule Yank wrongs, scandals and stupidities more harshly than God.

(Seriously: You'll get a better deal from Him than us.)

Today, though… we celebrate a good day to be Yank…

... and suggest that fans everywhere…

START SPREADIN' THE NEWS...


I'M LEAVING TODAY....I WANT TO BE... A PART OF IT...



NEW YORK, NEW YORK...


THESE VAGABOND SHOES...

ARE LONGING TO STRAY...


RIGHT THROUGH THE VERY HEART OF IT...


NEW YORK, NEW YORRRRRK!

ANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNND...



IF I CAN MAKE IT THERE...

I CAN MAKE IT... ANYWHERE...


IT'S UP TO YOU... NEW YORK...

NEW YORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRK

1 comment:

Needy Alphonso said...

In the photo presentation of our national anthem ( "NY NY....") , I believe I am seeing McGreevy feet.

The first uncensored proof of the Gov, his lovely wife, and a ( partial ) of their young chauffeur, in a pre-marriage tryst...Friday Night special.

The 6th foot, per rule, would be on the floor , right?