Those of you who know me well (all of you who read this blog) know I’m in pain. No, I haven’t fallen down a flight of stairs. I don’t even have a paper cut. It’s my heart that hurts.

My team, the New York Yankees, were eliminated from the playoffs yesterday. The Detroit Tigers, one of last year’s worst and a team that was just swept by the Kansas City Royals (this year’s worst) dispatched the Yankees 3 games to 1. What made it more humiliating was the way the Yankees played. The most expensive team in the history of the game couldn’t buy a hit! They fell apart in a way I haven’t seen since they lost 4 games to the Red Sox in the 2004 ALCS.

I thought this was the year. This was the season I was going to introduce my sons to the thrill of being a fan of the World Series Champion. Instead, we’ve got to wait until next year. I’m beginning to understand a little of what it is like to be a Cubs or a Red Sox fan.

It’s going to be a long winter this year. I’ll be counting down the days until the pitchers and catcher report for spring training. That’s approximately 132 days away.