Bittersweet feelings about the Yankee victory. I've been a Yankee fan since 1969 (waited until Mantle retired - I was always a Willie Mays fan & couldn't stand Mantle), and have been there through good and bad years since then. I lost my passion for watching baseball over the past couple of years with the emerging steroid/hgh/etc. scandals. The A-Rod thing this spring plus the news that 200 (or whatever) unnamed players also tested positive several years ago just turned me off to the game. I felt, whom can you trust not to be using? I didn't watch many games this season until early August, and then caught the fever to a degree.
I wasn't going to watch game six last night, but my wife (who has little interest in baseball) said that I had to watch & she turned the game on. I watched a few innings, turned off the set in the middle of the fifth and went to sleep. When I woke up this morning I wasn't going to turn the TV on to see who won, but I finally did. I'm happy that the Yankees won, but I know their winning won't make a real difference in my life. I guess I've lost a lot of my passion for the game. I wonder if it will ever return.