Let's go Yankees!!

"Hey, congratulations on your Yankees," he said as I sat down in his office.

"Thanks," I replied stiffly, not really knowing what to say.

"I guess that makes you pretty happy, huh?"

Yes, it does, but how do I say that to an Angels fan, who also just happens to be my boss?

"It sure was an exciting series," I replied, trying to avoid the obvious response.

"Yea, I 'spose," he said.  "We just threw it away."

I know, and almost literally.

"Your guys will be back next year," I said, hoping to avoid picking the scab that had just barely started to heal.

"Maybe," he said, "but they were made for this year.  What with the Adenhart thing and all, I think it was this year or nothing.  Won't mean as much now."

I looked at the floor and shuffled some dirt off the bottom of my shoe that stuck there while I was walking into the building.  "Aw, I doubt it.  All those guys will be back, plus, now they'll have Kazmir for an entire season."

I cringed the second the words came out of my mouth, for it had been Kazmir who'd allowed the Yankees to score their two insurance runs in the bottom of the 8th.
 
He looked at me in that head-tilted way he always did.  Then he blinked and said, almost grievingly, "Well, good luck in the Series."

I thanked him, stood and turned to leave.  I looked over my shoulder and thought I caught the tail end of a tear wipe, but I couldn't be sure.  He might have just been scratching his cheek.  "Your team played better than mine," he whispered as I shut the door behind me.

"Let's go Yankees," I said quietly as I walked back to my desk.  "Let's go!"