“The pessimist complains about the wind;

The optimist expects it to change;

The realist adjusts the sails.”

 -William Arthur Ward

Wednesday night I attended the Rays/Yankees baseball game at Tropicana Field in St. Petersburg with my good friend Doc Spero. I didn’t really want to go but Spero wanted to do something nice for me so I relented and went with him. Now I generally like to go to Rays games but I have this long tenured hatred of anything Yankee (from a baseball point of view) and rarely will go see them play in person and I certainly would never shell out my own money to do it.

Those of you who have followed my blogs will recall that I have gone to many, many Rays’ games in the past and have thoroughly enjoyed most of them. Last night was

LEADING WITH MY CHIN:

All is right in my world today. I just watched my beloved Red Sox beat the snot out of the Yankees on television during the past two nights and realized for the first time in about fifteen years, there is not one Yankee player that I have any sentimental feelings for. I am free to hate on them without any second thoughts.

Back in '95 the Yankees weren't doing so well. But they signed Tony Fernandez to play shortstop and I was a big Tony Fernandez fan. It was during that year that I became aware that there were a few Yankees that I actually liked. For some strange reason I liked Paul O'Neill; I liked Tino Martinez; I liked Bernie Williams. I began to wonder if I was getting soft in my advancing years.

I have spent my whole life hating the Yankees, and this