Call me a moron, but I've kinda been rooting for the Yankees this postseason. I'm not sure why. I don't like the Yankees, in fact I generally dislike them, but I feel like the balance of baseball is off. After all, the Yanks haven't won a world series since I was in high school. (I think my Great Grandfather was in highschool when the Cubs last won the series... but, I digress.)

So, feeling like it's Derek Jeter's turn again, I was pulling for the guys in black pinstripes. When the final out came last night, Joe Buck pulled out a well rehearsed line: "The Yankees win the Pennant!"

Now two thoughts stormed through my head at that moment. First, I thought that Buck had killed a great moment with a non-spontaneous call. The line may have been spontaneous, but it felt pre-planned to me.

My second thought? Ugh. I hate the Yankees. I'm not sure why "The Yankees win the Pennant" brought that out of me, but I turned ugly inside for that moment. Anyhow, it turns out that this is the Yankees' 40th pennant. Do you realize how disgusting (and unfair) that is? 40 trips to the World Series? For comparisons sake, I think I've been to my barber about 40 times. I don't get particularly pumped for that any more. Can Yankees fans really be all that excited about another trip to the Series?

Judging from the folks at New Yankee stadium last night, I'd say they're pretty pumped... but Gah! I hate the Yankees.