Justin Lambert's New York Yankees fan blog

I'm an old man (35) so when I went to bed last night, the National League was up 3-2, and I figured I knew how it was going to turn out.  I left the room mentioning to my friend that I was happy for Dan Uggla.

Three years ago, when he had that great rookie season with the Marlins, a lot of fans and commentators thought Uggla was playing way over his head.  Just a flash in the pan.  Now, three solid seasons later, Uggla is still playing at that same high level, and is playing in the All Star Game.

Well, when I woke up this morning and checked out SportsCenter, I realized I have the ability to cast a hex on a guy from 200 miles away. 

Apparently, the very moment I said I was happy for Dan Uggla, he began his meltdown.  Three strikeouts and three errors later, I watched him hit into a double play on the highlight film. 

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I remember it like it was yesterday.  Sitting on the edge of my Laz-y-Boy, my snack forgotten on the coffee table, and my eyes riveted to the little black-and-white TV with goosebumps all over my arms and a thrilling chill running down my spine.  It's 1984, and I'm watching Jack Morris working the last out of his no-hitter.  As he gets the last out, the feeling that overwhelms me is the essence of why I love baseball.  What being a fan is all about. 
Sadly, that feeling is sorely lacking in today's baseball.  Due to commercialization, free agency, media saturation, and a number of less obvious factors, baseball rarely manages to elicit that chill of excitement in me anymore.
Gladly, I felt it again the other night watching Josh Hamilton belt 28 balls out of the park in The House That Ruth Built. 

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