We'll Miss You, George

So the AP is reporting that George Steinbrenner's died of a heart attack.  I'm not a Yankee fan (Mets, because I'm a masochist), but I was raised by one, and so George is one of those figures that has always been a part of daily conversation, either rants, jokes, or sincere perplexity at what the hell the man was doing.  He brought seven ticker tape parades to New York, was wonderfully poked fun at by Seinfeld, and was just part of the fabric of life here.

Yesterday Harvey Pekar died.  That was someone whose writings changed my life, and I was deeply saddened to hear he was with us no more.  But having George Steinbrenner pass away some how feels like more of a gut punch.  Sentimentality is a funny thing.  So, here's to the Boss: and maybe he'll convince Satan to get rid of that damn goatee.