When I die, I want my friends to have a great big New Orleans style celebration. George Steinbrenner died today. Everybody is talking about what a great guy he was. I hope that's true; all I remember is the way the press portrayed him as brash, brusque, abrasive -- but now that he's dead, he's a saint.
Now they're starting to report on his generosity. The Yanks are going to wear patches honoring Steinbrenner and Bob Sheppard for the rest of the season.
There are levels of organizational dysfunction that simply astound me. I'm tired, it's 11 pm and I wanted to be in bed by now, so I'm not going to write any more.
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