We're the only people in the world who had a decent holiday season

Think about this, Yankiverse.

The season began with a Walmart temp crushed to death by coupon-clippers. It ended with Santa using a flame-thrower on his ex-family.


In the middle, wackos attacked India, George Bush dodged a shoe, the governor of Illinois got busted, and nobody went shopping.


Except, of course, us... the Yankees... the last true manifestation of American capitalism and hubris.


I'd like to insert here some wisdomtoid. I've none to give. Hopefully, by this time next year, a World Series ring will once again validate our lives. Then again, I remember that old Yiddish adage -- I think Whitey Fraud coined it, or maybe it was Shamus -- which says:


Want to make God laugh? Sign a free agent pitcher.


Oh, well. I'm off to a warmer place, family and all. A National Lampoon vacation. We thought of signing Andy Pettitte as spiritual guide, but he wanted $12 million.


Carry on, Yankiverse.

And if Santa rings the doorbell, run.