Why do you hate me, New York Yankees?

Okay, I get it. People love baseball. And people in NYC LOVE the Yankees.

Now see, I live in New York City and I have many dear and close friends whom I absolutely adore who are, in fact, Yankees fans.

However, I'm originally from Baltimore. Since the month of October in the year of 1996, when the Jeffery Maier Incident occured and the World Series was stolen from the Orioles, I have not been able to enjoy the Yankees. Yeah, whatever, it was like game one of the American League Championship but still, this incident haunts me to this day.

Plus in the world of sports I much prefer football and I kinda don't know anything about the ball they call base.

Still, why New York? Why would you preempt All My Children and instead air a parade with a bunch of drunk people screaming "JETER!!!"? I pay taxes from my well deserved paycheck to this city. Good American dollars. And today you deny me one of the things I love the most- my stories. This, the very day that Grandad and CrazAnnie were to be married. Why ABC? Why hast thou forsaken me?

Alas, once again I shall consult those other recaps. But it's not the same. New York I love you, but you're bringing me down.