You see the post title. You think "oh god, not another one of those inanely saccharine love letters from our insane, near-stalker-grade resident Yankees fan to his overpaid, overly promiscuous idol". And you know what? For the first time in this site’s history, you’d be right! This time, it’s still all about the Captain, but it ain’t all good. This time (and not like the time with Ms. Alba) it’s about his inability to finish the job. Today, for the eighth time this year alone, he ended a game with the tying run in scoring position. Not exactly the stuff of legends, eh?