Are you people mad?
The Yankees are the greatest team, ever!
Look at the roster: a bunch of old warriors. Workhorses. Look. Compare the average age of the Yankees to the Mariners and especially those pesky A's (do any of them even shave? have descended testicles?)....
There is something to be admired in a group of guys who are not marquee players, who are not Edgar Martinez, or Giambi (aka the "steroid monkey" or Boone or Ichiro, just guys who play the "Small Ball" and keep the mythology alive after years and years.
And to the guy who posted about the mess in Manhattan after the parade: that was ticker tape. New York IS messy. The whole New York/New Jersey area is like that line of Springsteen's Thunder Road: "She ain't a beauty, but she could run alright." (He was talking about a CAR ... sort of.)
We ARE messy. You want clean? Wait for the Twins to win. St. Paul is clean.
Look at Joe Torre, for crying out loud. Those crinkly old eyes. When he cried after the World Series win. That man is dignity incarnate.
Look at Paul O'Neil, the aging warrior who gives almost TOO MUCH.
Look at Jorge Posada, whose son suffers some brain disease. He carried his son in his arms when he was being introduced at the All-Stars.
Look at the Rocket, who is pure passion for the game, and rubs the portrait of Babe Ruth for luck (while Derek Jeter rubs the bald head of Don Zimmer!).