Death By Pinstripes…


The Yankees are killing me.

The Yankees and Cleveland Indians played  for over 5 hours Tuesday night. After 16 innings of play the Yankees lost.

A week ago the NY Yankees had a six game lead in the AL Eastern Division…now, zero…40 straight days of being in first place. Rarely can an U.S. politician claim that statistic.

In the time it took to play the game, I took Finnley on a hike when the Yankees were down 2-0 in the bottom of the 5th, I prepped, sautéed, baked a boat load of eggplant parm for dinner, cleaned the kitchen and am now working on my post for Thursday.

The Yankees tied the game in the 8th and then had a big inning in the top of the 10th. Their closer, Andrew Miller, blew his first save of the season and the Indians tied the game in the bottom of the 10th…I thought this game was a done deal.

I get a lot done during Yankee and NY Giants games as I have a great deal of pent-up frustration and anxiety. Each team rarely wins easily. I use my nervous energy to tackle and ultimately accomplish the mundane household chores that are on my to do list.


I often contemplate my sports obsession. When in a tizzy I am proficient, but the pain of losing does not counter balance my productivity.

The worst is upon me now. The Giants season starts in less than one month. I usually age several years during each Giants seasons. I think I am entering my 95th year, emotionally.

This obsession is going to kill me, but I love it.


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