MISSION STATEMENT

This blog was started by two friends who have long loved the New York Yankees. As you can ascertain from the title, the bloggers represent both sexes and therefore two distinct and unique viewpoints on the Yankees comings and goings. We have grown tired of venting about the Yankees via text messages, status updates, away messages, and the like. We decided to consolidate our expertise into a forum for the world to see. We will be commenting on everything from game analysis, to player evaluation, to rumors, to extraneous topics such as CC's giant pants. Each topic will be breached by both the male (He Said) and female (She Said) point of view. Since we are each blogging newcomers, we may have some kinks to work out, but I think it should be entertaining nonetheless. Feel free to make comments and suggestions, or express your opinions in the "Comments" section of each post. Also any suggestions for stories and content you'd like us to touch upon. Thank you and Go Yankees.

HE SAID: Yankee Credentials

My Yankee fandom dates back to the early 1990's when Danny Tartabull was secretly shtooping Suzan Waldman, and Paul O'Neill's jerry curl was in it's fullest glory. My Yankee knowledge, however, spans the entire glorious 107 year history, from the rotten gopher holes of Hilltop Park to the ostentatious luxuries of New Yankee Stadium. Growing up in Metro NY, I got to experience the 1996-2000 Dynasty first hand. It culminated with celebrating the 2000 World Series championship at Shea Stadium and having Roger Clemens throw me his championship T-shirt, soaked with sweat, champagne, and presumably HGH. I have equally been witness to the miserable championship lull of the 2000's. I have rebunked several drought theories including the Curse of the YES Network, the Bush-Steinbrenner Paradox, and the more conventional "Law of Averages". My goal is to put forth detailed expert Yankees analysis from the male perspective, while interjecting joy, despair, irony, testosterone and humor.

SHE SAID: Yankees Credentials

My Yankee fandom dates back to 1949 when a little boy was born into a pre-Mets Queens three days before the Yankees started the season (my dad, not me). Thirty five years later, I was born destined to be a life long Yankee fan. To my dad, it was unacceptable to like any team that was not the New York Yankees. We had a sports room instead of a play room. Every day I would wake up early to catch the morning Sportscenter and check the box scores. Over breakfast, I was quizzed on players, teams, and standings. Opening day meant 14 total hours in the car, worth every minute. Growing up in New England, it what is disgustingly referred to as "Red Sox Nation," I learned to constantly defend my team and myself against mean boys who tried to make me cry, something I still try very hard to do. Luckily, I smartened up and moved to New York to be with my fellow fans. My goal is provide the witty female perspective while proving girls can talk sports with the best of them. I also promise to keep mentions of players who look good in their tight pants to a minimum. While I have given up my dream to play for the Yankees, I will never give on my quest to marry one.