Dear New York Yankees,
I love you. Let's get that clear from the start. It's unconditional. I loved you when you traded for Ken Phelps I loved you when you finished in last place in 1990. I loved you when George was banned, and still loved you when he came back. So I hope you understand that what I'm going to say is said out of deep embrace than of callous embitterment. I can't be bitter; I'm not from Boston.
So, here's the deal: your all-star game logo, for the final, wonderful year of Yankee Stadium, sucks... more at Brand New