It is the final day of September. We have reached the 3/4 pole of 2013. Already. Time is a winged, fast-moving bitch.
More often than not September's final Sunday does not mark the end of the baseball season for the New York Yankees. Even rarer is the frequency with which September's final Sunday heralds the end of the football season for the New York Giants. This year, however, the exception was the rule.
The Giants' September to forget came to a conclusion, mercifully, after Sunday's beat down in Kansas City. Four games played. Four losses. Not a harbinger of good things to come. Not this year anyway. I suppose that at 0-6 or 1-8 Dunkin' Donuts will finally pull the plug on the Eli Manning TV spots that presently appear incessantly on all New York-based television stations.
This marked only the second time since 1995 that the baseball season ended for the Yankees without any post-season games. 85-77 was not good enough to win one of the two Wild Card berths. Given how badly the Red Sox kicked their asses all season, I was less than enthralled by the prospect of the Yankees trying to win one game for the right to get their asses kicked anew by the Sox in the ALDS.
The saddest part of Sunday for me was that it marked the absolute end of the journey for Mariano Rivera and Andy Pettitte. Two of my favorite Yankees exited stage right together. From a human perspective I wish them well. From a fan's perspective, I shall miss them both very much.
September not so much....