The Gore Years needs to take a quick break from fantasy to note that, whether it is a Yankee crashing a plane into a Manhattan skyscraper, or a Saudi, it pretty much sucks.

And, as a Bay Area baseball fan, I’m feeling that surreal feeling that most baseball fans are feeling.

I won’t lie, and say I’m grieving, because I’m not. I grieve for personal loss, not because some baseball pitcher, on 95 hours flight time, slams his plane into an apartment building.

But what I really noticed tonight was that the death of this one Yankee pitcher removed a much more important story.

That story, a story that, seriously, almost made me vomit, was this:

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/10/10/AR2006101001442.html

One Yankee died tonight, it’s true, and I don’t dispute the tragedy there.

But the real tragedy is that this story, of this Yankee, buried this one.

It’s hard for me to pretend, really it is.

In this case, I simply can’t create a better world.