You know what the best part of the Halos dropping the most arrogant team in baseball right on their pointy feeble little heads is? I won’t have to deal with Yankee Assholes (their idiot fans who can’t tell a 4 from a 5 and only ride the subway to get to the crumbling house that the fat italian built) on my trip home.

Oh, and I won’t have to hear what “we” did last night, as some beer guzzling out of shape senior citizen talks about what “we” did and how good “we” played.

I love it when the Yankees get bounced.