Almost as much as Giuliani.
I hate to be a hater. Though hating can serve a purpose as long as it's just in verbal form at the ballpark. Release the rage at a Red Sox vs. Yankee tilt and maybe you're tapped out of hate in other contexts?
I don't think I'm in the minority in saying that many Yankee fans have enjoyed this season more than any since 2001. Aaron Boone 2003 notwithstanding. The new crew is spunkier - with no sacrifice in talent. What sucks is that Torre and/or Cashman might get fired if the Yanks don't play far into October. That's the stupid side of Yankee world. No pennant = failure. I get it, but it's stupid. They'll win more games than they did in Championship 2000 and the braintrust 2007 will get canned. This after guiding the Yanks to the playoffs every year since 1996 ('95 if you count teams managed by guys named Showalter during strike seasons.)
And the Yanks are still in this - if only the Los Angeles ne California ne Anaheim ne California ne Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim in John Birch's Orange County (famed for it's Knott's Berry Farm) will at least do them the solid of holding off the Mariners. (Sorry Steve.) If that happens, the Yanks will take their chances. A 3 man playoff rotation means no worries about Mussina's slot and Hughes can replace the Henn in the pen.
Perhaps the Red Sox will even be forced to eliminate the Angels in post-season so that Selig's nightmare will rise again from the dead to reclaim it's rightful spot as the only baseball that really matters. Selig wants balance. Selig wants to see other natural rivalries flourish in the revenue sharing environment he administrates. Selig wants to see his Brew-crew make post-season for the first time since 1982.
More of the Widescreen Epic saga that never ends!
No Milwaukee vs. St. Louis!
Athens vs. Rome! (Red-stater translation: Boston vs. New York.)
The only team the Bronx Bombers fear are those damned Angels - the only team with a winning record against the Yanks in the Torre era.
Anaheim is my Hotel California. "You can check out any time you want, but you can never leave" until you've been rolled by Mickey the Mouse.
Did I say I hate Anaheim?
note: 2 blogs are in the pipeline...one is a Rizzuto paean delayed by various op-ed potentialities...the other is called 'Those were the days my alcoholic baseball legacy.' Though the 2nd one sounds more interesting, the first has laughs and tears. Just a bit of spit/polish and I'll share.