Last night the Cleveland Indians beat the New York Yankees, or, to rephrase this sentance to emphasize what's important, the New York Yankees were beaten last night by the Cleveland Indians, knocking them out of the playoff and likely costing Joe Torre his job as manager as well as leading to the dismantling of the team. I saw a lot of people hailing this as the end of the Yankee Dynasty, but I'd argue that the Yankee Dynasty was from 1996 to 2000, when they won four World Series-you could even make the argument that it lasted until 2003 since they played in two more World Series (and lost to a couple of expansion teams). In fact, in the last three seasons, as the team has gotten older and more expensive, the Yankees haven't made it out of the first round of the playoffs. So yeah, the dynasty has been dead for a while. A lot more gratifying that the Yanks' embarassing defeat, was the New York Mets' total collapse at the end of the season that left them out of the playoffs. The Mets basically ran the table the whole season, only to go into a tailspin at the very end of the season, going from a seven and a half game lead with fifteen games to go to losing the division to the Phillies on the last day of the season, the worst collapse in baseball history. To write about how much distaste I have for the New York baseball teams would be a great injustice to that distaste, so let's just focus on how ridiculously happy I am that both of these teams met with failure at the end of their seasons. I don't like the teams, I don't like a lot of the players, I don't like the people that run the teams, and I really don't like their fans. So here's to a Clevland Indians-Colorado Rockies World Series and here's to the continuance of New York sports' tradition of failure.