I have a feeling the Yanks will win the World Series tonite. They are, on paper, the better team, they have the advantage of playing with a DH, and they will be before a home crowd in the Bronx. Mariano Rivera means the Phils are playing with somewhere between 21 and 24 outs to the Bomber's full 27.
Where Will You Be Tonight?
The last time the Yanks won the Series I was in Europe on business. I will never forget the night in 1996 when they finally won, after so many years of futility. I watched with my future wife in her studio apartment, and afterward met up with all my diehard friends outside the bar where the Yanks were celebrating their victory, just a few blocks away.
I'm not invested in baseball the way I was at that time, or even a few years ago. Losing Yankee Stadium was a blow. But I still care—even when I've wanted to give up this franchise I just have never been able to do it. Certainly, the players this year have rewarded those of us who've been watching, and it's been an especially memorable series. Cliff Lee's nonchalance in Game 1 and Johnny Damon's crazy-genius dash for third in Game 4 will forever have a place in my mental Hall of Fame. So too will the pomaded Chase Utley and Alex Rodriguez, the fearsome slugger we always knew he was.
Will the season end tonight? Perhaps yes, perhaps no. The Phils could always steal two in the Bronx—I don't put it past them. Whatever the result, there will be some sadness, as there always is on the last day of the season. Our childish game will be put away for the year. So savor it while you've got it. And put that champagne on ice.