(a.k.a. APAP)
Let's clarify a few things here.
a) I used to love the Yankees, and I really do mean love them.
b) I stopped doing so. I can pinpoint this on two things:
c) the acquisition of Me-Rod
d) the 2004 ALCS collapse
Also, I broke down and sobbed like a frickin' baby when my sister, looking very grim, said, "Hilary." [long pause] "Andy signed with the Astros."
And while I am not a Yankees fan any more - in fact, I believe they personify a lot of baseball's current problems - I have a soft spot for a few of them. Jorge Posada, since I watched him play from dugout seats in the minor leagues, where my love affair with baseball began. Mike Mussina, because, well, he's never been a douche in my estimation. Mo Rivera, because he's Mo, and how can you argue with that?
But I have to give a shout-out to the man who has been my favorite (or close to it) for eleven years. That's right, eleven frickin' years. That's the longest I have ever been in love with a human being, folks, so let's give it up for Andrew Eugene Pettitte.
This is one Yankee that I will never hate.
And yes, those have been saved on my computer since Andy was last a Yankee.
Hey hey, Andy, you're awesome. I won't hear anything else. Cheers, man!
EDIT: Almost forgot what may be the most beautiful picture of a baseball player. Ever. I tried to draw this picture once, and it turned out... all right.
[SWOON]
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