The yankee fan has lost their big gun. The one thing that they, the "most knowledgeable fans in baseball" could say to us when they just couldn't think of anything else: "1918." Look at that number. No, it's okay, we can stare it right in the face now. It's just a year. A beautiful year in which the Boston Red Sox won the World Series. 1903, 1912, 1915, 1916, 1918, 2004. All glorious years. All can be said with confidence and pride. When we're sitting in the bleachers, and Kapler goes over to talk to Damon during a pitching change, we can look right at their backs without getting queasy: 19, 18. No problem.

I've been wondering if yankee fans will even understand what we're talking about when we say "2000" to them. "You mean 2004, right?" No. Two thousand was the last time your team won it all. A four-year drought. Must be excruciating. (If you know any yankee fans who have had a kid since 2000, go up to them and ask if they think their kid will see a championship in their lifetime. It's fun!)

Anyway, since 2000 is now the yanks' "magic number," I would like to crown Michael Kay, the all-time disgrace to the few remaining real yankee fans, with a new nickname: Michael Y2Kay.