Nevertheless, now that Pinstripe pride and power hath been restored, the faithful fan faces a disturbing conundrum. (And as far as conundrums go, there is nothing worse than a disturbing one):
Because of A-Rod and his - well - issues, could our miracle march to the 2013 World Selig Series be darkened by allegations of performance enhancing elixirs and/or surgical augmentations?
Think of it: We win eight of 10 the rest of the way, rising to steal that vaunted fifth AL post-season perch from the adorable, peach-fuzzed Royals. We win the one-game playoff behind Hiroki Kuroda, best pitcher in the game. We roll past the Tigers, as we did this weekend, and then beat the Redsocks behind a merciless onslaught - (rhymes with Don Slaught) - of A-Rod and Youk/swinging the cuke! Then we face the Pittsburgh Former Yankees - good grief, do they have Bernie Williams, too? - and take them in four. Sorry, A.J.
Would critics claim the 2013 World Series was tainted by some colonel's secret sauce? Will this undermine our victory ride down the Canyon of Heroes? Would we face a rain of syringes?
I say, hell, dammit: If America runs on Dunkin' Donuts, why shouldn't the Yankees do something about their Low T? And this is no time to be a contrite or beholden fan. If MLB wants innocence and purity, let it televise Tee Ball. Have you heard John Sterling's last two WinWarbles? The man hit a solid 7.00 seconds on each, without straining a chord. He's gotta be juicing.
Listen: The baseball world wants an Evil Empire in the same way the WWF needs the Undertaker. So be it. The Yankiverse needs to step to the plate and supply one. Only the nastiest villains - the Freddies, the Chuckies, the Jasons - become Hollywood franchises. You start questioning your villainhood, and the box office plummets. From now on, every chance we get, we gotta kick a puppy. Hell, the team can wear Kevlar vests in its victory parade.
Eight out of ten gets us a one-day ticket to Kuroda Land. Two in a row, baby! Two in a row! I can feel the evil rising! Look to the darkness, Luke. Two in a row.
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Hot damn! We're on fire now!
Forget everything I ever said about Granderson--he's my hero! A-Rod hits into two double plays? What the hell! He's such a kidder, that guy! But Hiroki's no jokey! That guy can pitch!
And how about that Gardner? He's reached The Outer Limits of fantastic!
What a ballgame! What a team! Ain't no stoppin' us now! Celebrate good times, come on! Boom shakka lakka lakka, boom shakka lakka lakka!
And remember what Anita Bryant always said--juice is good for you! Enjoy!
Thank God my JuJu got that final batter to swing at ball 4.
Would Detroit be on the way to making the playoffs if Peralta hadn't played >100 games for them before getting suspended? Texas without >100games from Cruz? The rules allow A-Fraud to appeal his arbitrary 211-game suspension. What's tainted about playing by the rules?
[Of course, they aren't going to make the playoffs, anyway.]
Was your honeymoon tainted by Viagra? Were your last heart-trouble-free years tainted by statins? What would taint Buds head more, that rug or Propecia?
I love roids.
I read this link in your sidebar:
http://network.yardbarker.com/author/article_external/14278193?widget=true
I have to disagree. Whatever people think of John or Suzyn (or the Yes announcers, for that matter) they are there to call games and entertain Yankee fans. It is nice to have a respite from the A-Rod lynching when I listen to them.
Forgive me for bringing up Yankee Great Doc Ellis once again (trivia time: remember what he said about George and airplanes?). Was Doc's LSD no-hitter tainted? Hell, no! Let Girardi bring in Ozzie Ozbourne as the Yankees' new bench coach. What will Michael Kay say when the camera pans down the dugout and Tony Pena and Kevin Long are passing a reefer back and forth, laughing hysterically like Cheech and Chong? Ain't no taint, kids.
No more tainted than the Giants' championship last season.
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