The Boss- the one-man cult of micromanagement- is dead. D-O-E-N, done.
I'm getting "ding, dong, the witch is dead" messages left and right. Ironic, isn't it, how, while Yankees fans couldn't stand him before 1996 and non-Yankees fans couldn't stand him period, he leaves behind a world filled with Steinbrenner types.
For those for whom the end justifies the means, no victories are Pyrrhic. Suave, homes.