Revenge Is A Dish....

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was about six years old and I wasn't really sure what it meant, but it sounded good. "Revenge is a dish, best served cold", were the words that Khan uttered to Kirk in Star Trek II. I thought to myself, revenge isn't a meal that I've ever heard of and I like my food to be hot. Well, over twenty-five years later (yea, it makes me cry too), I still like my food hot but I understand about revenge being ruthless, heartless and pretty much frigid. And starting on Friday, I'm wanting my revenge on the Los Angeles, Anaheim, California, Disney Angels of who gives a crap!

I want revenge so bad I can taste it! Revenge for knocking us out of the playoffs in 2002 and 2005. Revenge for being the only team to have a winning record against us while Joe Torre was the manager. Revenge for allowing grown men to wear a frickin red monkey around their necks and think that they look cool. Revenge for thinking you were ever as good as us, The New York Yankees. I want revenge for not letting us play steroid-boy, Barry Bonds, in 2002 in the World Series. I want revenge for knocking us out in 2005 when we would have killed either Chicago or St. Louis in the playoffs. I want revenge for all of those times I had to look up on the scoreboard and see a dumb ass monkey jumping up and down in order to get the crowd excited.

I want revenge for having to hear from all of my friends about who has a World Series title more recently, Anaheim or New York? I want revenge for Giants fans, who have had to wait much longer than Angel fans for a World Series title. I want revenge for Twins fans who had a chance to go to the World Series after almost being retracted a few years prior, man that would have pissed Bud Selig off. I want revenge because the Angels might have been the team to prevent the Yankees from getting one more World Series title at the "House that Ruth Built." I want revenge, because George isn't doing well and he needs one more title before he goes to the luxury box in the sky.

As you can tell, I have some deep-seeded passion, hate, admiration, irritation, anger, frustration, rage, hostility and utter-dislike for the Angels and the way they have played against my Yankees. I'm ready for the series to begin. I'm ready to see the Yanks come to Anaheim and kick Mickey in the butt. I'm ready to see the "Rally Monkeys" crawl off and die. I'm ready to see this Yankee team assert themselves as the dominate team once again in baseball. I'm ready for the ALCS!

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