On the way to work this morning my subway train broke down in between Hynes Convention Center and Copley. About 15 minutes later we were allowed to exit the train at Copley and walk our asses in the rain to Back Bay without a free transfer. I showed up about 25 minutes late to work. I'm still alive, though. Still kickin'. *

My favorite two sports franchises, the New York Yankees and the New Jersey Devils, are completely in shambles. Without making some power moves the Yankees are looking dangerously close to falling apart next season. I don't doubt that Steinbrenner will make moves... I'm just worried that the morale has broken down so much that it's irreparable. The best Yankee teams of the late 90's consisted of a strong Roger Clemens and David Wells, a young Mariano Rivera and Bernie Williams, and a still kickin' Paul O' Neal. Take all of those things out of the picture, add-in a game 6 loss to an expansion team, a young "star" that can't NOT swing at low and outside pitches for the life of him, the possible departure of a stunning as-of-late Andy Pettite, a goddamn jihad declared between coaches and the aging owner, and you've got yourself a pretty lousy situation.

And the Devils... for fucks sake... I remember sitting there in a bar on the Seaside Heights boardwalk last year watching the swamp monsters holding the cup over their heads victorious, off of one of the most amazing post-season runs in history. 0-4 at home boys? What's the deal?

While I don't know where I'm headed after graduation... my recent luck would indicate that I should head right back to Jersey just in time to watch my two most beloved teams fall apart at the seams. *