Baseball has always had the haves and the have nots. throughout its history . Great writers of prose and poetry ( The Mighty Casey and the Mudville Nine) have venerated the lovable losers ( Dem Bums) of major league baseball. Even a hit Broadway musical, "Damn Yankees", has captured the essence of baseball rivalry. It makes the damn Yankees, ( and today it's the wealthy Dodgers) an easy target of our vitriol. Look at the annual spring inveigle of the Pirates and the Washington franchises., and other small market teams. Perineal losers. Woe is me. But part of the allure of being a true baseball fan is the mutual suffering, the annual failure, the despair.. Every year the fall brings sadness and misery to the fans of 29 major league baseball teams. Only one fan base will be jubilant as the leaves die and the numbing cold creeps in. There is a reason that the phrase, "Wait til next year "is a phrase commonly associated with baseball. I will go to my grave hating the Yankees. To hate like this is to be happy.