The greatest. Walk-off celebration. By a team. Ever.

There's been a lot of talk about how this year's Yankees team is more relaxed, having more fun, and has the right mix of personalities to really make a run. Gone are the days dominated by a stiff, corporate attitude that only added to the problem during slumps and losing streaks.

Whether or not that is the case remains to be seen, although the cult of Nick Swisher and the walk-off pie celebrations are certainly evidence in favor of it.

But something happened a couple of days ago.

And it's an occurrence that puts it all in perspective:

The greatest. Walk-off celebration. By a team. Ever.

I'm a fan of athletic celebrations of all types. Spiking a football, fist bumps, fist pumps, end zone antics, throat slashes, screams, moans, and jersey's pulled aside to reveal one's heart. NFL, NBA, NHL, MLB--you name it, I like it. And the more premeditated, the better.

When it's your team celebrating, it only adds to the joy. When it's the other team, it gets you fired up. Breeds anger/hatred and adds to competition and rivalry. That's a good thing. It's missing from sports. It's a win-win, unless you're some stodgy, old crud who pines for the days of under-handed foul shots, pitchers who pitched complete games, and racial segregation.

There will be some people pounding the podium over what you're about to see, but really, who cares? Sports are entertainment, plain and simple.

And it doesn't get much more entertaining than this.

For your viewing pleasure:



Thanks to Kerry for letting me know about this yesterday--I was waiting for some good footage to pop up.


More soon.

JS