It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything because, frankly, I’ve been trying to get over the fact that the Yankees won the World Series.

I HATE THE YANKEES!

My dad was a Yankees fan.  Growing up, we watched all the Yankee games on TV.  My grandfather hated the Yankees too.  Something about not getting a tryout with their farm team or something.  Every time the Yankees would win, my grandfather, who couldn’t speak English, would swear in Italian, wave his arms wildly, spit on the TV and storm out of the room.  My father, deriving some sick pleasure out of this, would just laugh.  In fact, after my grandfather died, my father would take out an ad in the newspaper whenever the Yankees won the world series that said, Guess What, Poppy?  The Yankees Won the World Series!  That’s how demented he was.

My reason for hating the Yankees is more broad than my grandfather’s – and it’s not just because my father was a fan.  To me, the Yankees represent everything that’s wrong with this world.  They are the spoiled rich kid that whines if he doesn’t get his way.  They’re the 800 pound gorilla, the best money can buy, a monopoly. 

THE YANKEES ARE UN-AMERICAN!

This year, maybe more than ever though, I really wanted them to lose.  This was the year that pretty boy A-Rod somehow escaped a steroid controversy, a divorce and a fling with Madonna, completely unscathed.  I wanted them to lose if for nothing else, to wipe that smug look off his face.  His and Jeter’s.  Jeter’s always looking smug.  The douche-bag.

And I thought the fix was in.  I really thought we had our ace-in-the-hole.  The one weapon that would surely cripple the Yankees.  It wasn’t Ryan Howard or Chase Utley or any of the other Phillies.  It wasn’t the Yankee’s middle relief – or lack thereof.  No, one thing that would surely lead to the Yankee’s demise was: Kate Hudson.

Kate is one of these people for whom good fortune has always shined upon.  She lives in this utopian bliss, oblivious to any reality that there may be ill-will in the world.  She is so determined to remain in this fog that she apparently carries around a vile of Holy Water in the event she should encounter any negativity.

I don’t know Kate Hudson personally, but all I can say is, if I meet her, she’s going to need a garden hose!

I’ve always had the theory that this positive thinking stuff is over-rated.  It’s bullshit and usually counter-productive.  Case in point: Kate Hudson.

Where does all this good karma crap get her?  First of all, she ruins what was arguable the greatest rock and roll band to ever come along since the Rolling Stones.  Think about it: what have the Black Crowes done since Chris Robinson married Kate Hudson?  Nothing.  They get in a fight, the band is all but dismantled and they haven’t put out a decent album in years.  They’re just now get it back together and it’s been what, ten years?  And then there was that Howdy-Doody looking guy Kate started dated after here divorce.  What’s his name?  Oh yeah, Owen Wilson.  She had such a positive influence on him that he tried to kill himself.  Twice.

So I thought it was only a matter of time before the Yankees went down once A-Rod started seeing her.

But it didn’t happen.  The Yankees won the World Series – with Kate and her step-dad, Kurt Russell, giddily cheering them on from the stands.

Oh well, there’s always next year.  That’s why I went out and bought Norman Vincent Peal’s “The Power Of Positive Thinking”.  Who knows, maybe it will rub off on my Mets!