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The Worst Part About The Yankees Winning The World Series? Mike Lupica Is Happy


Before I begin my rant, I would like to congratulate the New York Yankees on winning their 27th World Series title. They were the best team throughout the regular season and the playoffs and I reluctantly admit that they deserved to win. But the one thing I cannot tolerate is how that egotistical prick, Mike Lupica, can gleefully rub everyone’s noses in it. Lupica’s smug sense of entitlement that he feels every Yankees fan should share with him is too much to bear. From today’s column:

Rivera had gotten the last out of another Series, and now players from one of the great Yankee teams, which is exactly what this one became in the end, seemed to come running from everywhere, maybe even from across the street, on the night when the Yankees were finally back to being the Yankees again.

Old times at the new Stadium a few minutes before midnight, flashes of light everywhere. Felt like old times and sounded that way and felt that way.

Fuck. Off.

Obviously, I have to concede that Lupica has every right to pen odes to his beloved Yankees – he writes for a New York paper – but it just makes my blood boil to know that somewhere, that little man with the Napoleon Complex is smiling, feeling that finally, all is right with the world.

Nothing would have made me feel more certain that all is right with the world than the knowledge that the mousey, sanctimonious, sniveling prick had to suffer the indignity of the Yankees losing another World Series.

But alas, it was not to be. So, to the New York Yankees: enjoy your World Series title – if possible, could someone figure out a way to have Lupica get trampled by a police horse at the parade on Friday?

I think it’s a fair trade-off.

In new Yankee Stadium, World Series title seems right at home as Bombers win 27th title [New York Daily News]