Do you really know?
so the Yankees lost. I did cry a little bit. Just a tear. Now comes the really hard part. People who don't like baseball, who never watch any sports, who are front runners, who don't know any facts except that the Yankees lost, who don't have a clue to why this year would've been so much more of a win for the Yankees, who just like to bug me til I want to tear off their ears, break their nose, gouge their eyes out, knock their teeth in, and feed them to rabid dogs are going to bother me tomorrow and make my life a living hell. They just don't know how much this means to me. It's not that I'm the biggest Yankees fan ever. It's not because I need to see that Yankees win every game and every championship. It's because my dad loved that team. It's because we had the best time watching the games. It's because that's when our family has the best time. That's why I love to see the Yankees make the playoffs and go to the world series and win! They just don't get that I don't really give a rats "you know what" if they lose. I mean it's better, but it doesn't affect me. This means that the season is over, and my family goes back to being in their own little boxes.
They just don't know. You just don't know.
They just don't know. You just don't know.