You came back home from work, tired from the office grind. It's been days since your team was mathematically eliminated from the playoff picture.
Laying down on the couch like a lurching grouch, you get your phone and open up Reddit, hoping for a sense of relief, a break from the never ending drawl of reality and then you see it.
You read the title of the post, word by word, letter by letter, a smile grows on your face as your eyes seemingly glimmered as they bounced along with that magic of your childhood returning to your soul.
It made you remember when you played catch with your father and when he took you out to your first ballgame, hot dog and soda in hand as you watched your beloved team play for 9 innings, it was magical.
And remembered how your father, and his father and his father hated that damn team, and told you stories about how their team was so close to winning it all if it wasn't for them.
Some of them may not be alive today to see it but they're in heaven, watching above as they hear the good news from the grapevine of beyond.
For the New York Yankees have been eliminated from the postseason as you whispered under your breath and type a comment under the post with 3 words that ties your hatred for those damn Yankees with others around the world.
"DAAAA JANKEES LOSE"
