It is the rarest of moments that I throw my support behind a team from Philly in any fashion – and by rarest I mean only the Yankees can evoke such an unthinkable event. Nonetheless, it seems time for me to do my part to support the unraveling of the evil empire now that they've returned to the series for the first time since the original publication of my masterpiece.

I do not like the Yankees, Sam.
I do not like them, Thad I am.

I do not like them in the Bronx.
I do not like them o'er the Sox.
I do not like to see them win.
I do not like to see them grin.

If I should see them on the screen,
I'll call them something none too clean.
If I should see them on the street,
I'll spit and kick them in their seat.

I do not like the Yankees fans.
I do not like them in the stands.
I do not like them jumping 'round.
I'd rather see them gagged and bound.

If I should meet a Yankees fan,
I'd promptly kick him in his can.
If he should turn to kick me back.
I'd run like hell (I'm little, Jack.)

I do not like the Yankees, man.
I'm sick to death of that high priced clan.
They have a payroll six miles high,
And titles only cash can buy.

I will not give them any due,
I would not, could not give a poo.
I'll root (even) the Phillies on to win,
Damn Yankees must pay for their sin.

I do not like the Yankees, Sam.
I do not like them, Thad I am.