[Written shortly after the Yankees swept the Red Sox]
Nothing fastballs, hanging curves, flat sliders, maddening walks, cheap hits, big bombs, did I mention walks?
Frail swings, meek grounders, zero cohesion, dead sox.
Imminently questionable, utterly inconsolable, thy name is Tito.
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Here, for your reading pleasure, are five observations gleamed from Armageddon. Shards of insight from a diehard Yankee fan, temporarily unburdened from this media fed beast known as Yankees-Red Sox.