I wish I weren't a Yankees fan. Not because I'm sick of the incessant, mind-numbing victories or the thousands of dollars I've won in small friendly wagers over the decades--wagers that are all more than seven years old, in case anyone from the IRS reads this column. No, I wish I were something more noble, like a Reds fan, because the Yankees are an arrogant, elitist organization that I don't want to be associated with. The main thing holding me back is that I'd wind up in conversations with losers from Cincinnati, Ohio.
This World Series may have seemed as...
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