Instead, I have a much more pressing issue to discuss.
I'm terrified to report that I am having warm fuzzy feelings about Nick Swisher.
My own personal nemesis, Nick Swisher.
And these aren't my run of the mill "I will jinx you with my love, Nick Swisher!" warm fuzzy feelings. These are genuine.
There are few things in life that I find more entertaining than when position players pitch. And the fact that he pitched a scoreless inning in that trainwreck of a game is even better. (A little sidenote to Gabe Kapler: I have one word for you, and that word is FAIL. Being struck out by Nick Swisher should haunt you with shame and regret, btw).
But honestly, even before Nick Swisher pitched, I was secretly and quietly starting to despise him a little less. It's weird. I think I actually like him MORE as Yankee. That seems counterintuitive, I know.
I don't get it either.
I suppose I kind of respect and appreciate how he seems to be single-handedly attempting to right the ship for his team.
He does offense, he does pitching, he's a multi-purpose tool!
Anyway, I will be monitoring this development closely. Because I'm a tiny bit afraid that me not hating Nick Swisher to the core of my being is actually the first sign of the apocalypse. We'll see I guess.