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There are no words to properly express how good I feel whenever the Yankees lose a playoff series. This level of bliss can only be explained by the presence of a higher power. I'm not going to say God hates the Yankees, because they have too many rings for that to be true. However, I woke up Saturday morning and the air was cleaner, the sun was brighter, I had a jump in my step, and all of my neighbors were clones of Bob from the Cialis commercial. Additionally, a herd of Welsh Corgi puppies were singing an acapella version of this song.
 


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