Wednesday, October 11, 2006
It appears to be official: the Yankees are gearing up to have the worst offseason anyone could ever imagine.
They lost to the Tigers when everyone was predicting a Yankee victory in 3 or 4, all the brouhaha over Torre, the ARod thing is gonna be a mess for them, Sheffield's grumbling, the Boss is mad at anyone and everyone, Cashman has locked himself in the bathroom like that sorority girl in the MLB ad and they're just waiting for Tommy Lasorda to come by Yankee Stadium to coax him out before the place is demolished...
And, uh, there appears to be a report now that Cory Lidle flew his private airplane into a building in New York and is dead.
This is, obviously, pretty horrible and, um, yeah, I don't really even have anything to say, I only just got back from class and my brother called to tell me and, wow. Um.
I mean, y'know, I took that photo of him up there just this past June and now he's dead? I can't even really process that.
Certain other teams have been keeping me fairly occupied lately, which, combined with work, is why it's been quiet over here, and yeah, we were quite wrapped up in some anti-Yankeeness of late. But now that the Tigers have sent them home it's becoming horribly apparent that Yankee fans are going to have a very hard time of it this winter. I mean, jeez. We like to see them beaten on the field of play, but at the end of the season we prefer that everyone goes home alive.
Assuming that Lidle's death is, uh, confirmed (we're still in the "initial reports" stage here), condolences to everyone; family, friends, teammates, fans. That's not worth much, of course, but there's not much else to say.
Labels: baseball, Cory Lidle, in memory, MLB, Yankees