I am currently at home, and having just turned off Game 7 (yes, yes, Tamar, you gotta believe), I have but one rather obvious thing to say.

It is official, “Pitching wins baseball games.”

It is with that thought in mind, that I, Josh Turnof, begin composing this letter:

“Dear Satan (aka the Boss, aka George Steinbrenner),

“Please reject all feelings and urges to sign Carlos Beltran. I know he’s good. In fact, he’s better than good. He’s great! I know that. You know that. However, if this one series should have taught you anything, it is that pitching wins the World Series. This year, unlike last year, the Yankees weren’t saved by late second heroics by a guy who wouldn’t be here the following year. This year, the bullpen, starting rotation, and everything in between let the team down. If for that reason alone, I ask you to reconsider your obsurdly ridiculous spending sprees on hitters, and perhaps give pitching a chance. Roger isn’t coming back, and if baseball has anything to do with it, he won’t go in as a Yankee. Let’s try to find some good arms, shall we?

“Sincerely, a (not-so) concerned fan who will now be turning his focus ENTIRELY off of this sport and onto things that really matter…Football. (J-E-T-S, JETS JETS JETS), Josh”

PS– as I composed this letter, my roommates mocked me for my hubris from earlier in the week. (note to self: make sure to hide anything of value, end note)