"Behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land."
The wise king Solomon, the poet/lover once uttered these words–giving voice to the warm fuzzies that overtake us all with the advent of spring.
It's not Solomon's fault that baseball wasn't invented yet. Actually, that probably gave him more time to concentrate on his romantic ventures.
Here's my rephrasing of his beautiful words, and I hope I can do them justice.
"Behold, football is past; the snow-bowls are over and gone. The smell of cured leather permeates the air, the arguments about steroids have resurfaced, and the voice of John Sterling is hated in our land."
With everything that is good and bad about baseball now taking forefront in our minds, I wanted to take a few minutes and sober us all up about the few evils that baseball has introduced to the world, in the form of ... The New York Yankees.
Without further ado, the Eight Worst Things About the Evil Empire.