We’d just put down our champagne glasses from 2004; now we’re hoisting them again. No miracles, bloody socks or Yankees this time, but another playoff comeback and Series sweep. It was just so painful to have to wait three years.
The most-storied team in NBA history, dormant since Larry Bird’s heyday, is reborn as a title threat with a new Big Three: Kevin Garnett, Ray Allen and Paul Pierce. Chemistry frets are soothed by the league’s hottest start.
New York J-E-T-S once again stood for “Just End the Season,” and it didn’t help that our hated division rival (guess who?) was clubbing teams like they were baby seals. As for the Giants: yet another winter collapse, right on schedule.
The old, fat, steroidal Yankees choked on the Sox’s dust. Speaking of choke, that’s your cue, A-Rod! And still speaking of choke, my Mets pulled one for the ages, gagging away the biggest September lead in baseball history.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse: ladies and gentlemen, my 2007-08 New York Knicks! The sex-harassment rap, the incompetent GM-coach, the worst team that money could buy … Anyone up for a game of Scrabble?
