Finally: Disaster Relief That Works.

As a Yankees fan it is my job to clutch my head in despair about what a catastrophe the season is at every turn, particularly after yesterday's disaster. "The season's over!" is our mantra, whining in disbelief at how the gods have decided to shit on our beloved Yankees. I see our record being at 29-20 as "unacceptable!!!" and, indeed, grotesque.

But then for some perspective I check and see what our record was exactly one year ago today:

29-20.

And this year's pitching staff, despite cries of "throw the entire pen into the East River/Mo is done!! He's DONE!!!!!" has given up 56 fewer runs than last year's team.

So we're on pace with last year's team, which ended up as one of the greatest Yankee teams of all time. And we've done it without our starting catcher, center fielder, designated hitter and, for all intents and purposes, Mark Texiera. And A-Rod, while piling up hits and rbi, seemingly hasn't launched a dinger since he was banging Madonna. Yesterday we started a left fielder whose claim to fame so far has been beating out Lendale White for the Colorado high school football player of the year almost a decade ago. I still have no idea who the fuck he is.

So as much as I WANT to, I can only work up so much despair at this point, as I hafta remind myself: it's a long fucking season. Relax. There's another game today. And there'll be one tomorrow too.