Rooting for the Yankees...for more than one reason

Yankees are my all-time favorite team. I like to see them win, obviously, so obviously, I'm rooting for them to win this postseason. But I'm not just rooting for the Yankees because they're my favorite team. I just learned from watching the game that George Steinbrenner, the owner of the Yankees, is going to fire Joe Torre, manager of the Yankees, if the Yankees don't win this series against the Indians. For me, that's very depressing news....Joe Torre is like, the best manager in the major league. He maintains such fantastic composure on the bench, he never loses his temper, and I don't think he's been thrown out of a game. So we haven't won a world series since 2000. Big deal, we've been to the playoffs all the other years! I can't imagine the Yankees without Joe Torre...it just doesn't make sense to me. But even this is a minor reason. Recently, my dad had some pretty serious surgery, for a tumor in his back, which hopefully we found isn't cancerous. Since the surgery, he has had minor complications, which right now aren't serious but there is always a possibility they could be serious, for sake of longevity I won't go into detail. He is still in the hospital right now in recovery. If anyone saw me around my dad, they would probably realize quickly that I am VERY close to him. He's the kind of guy that you just can't hate. He's my hero, no doubt about it. He raised me to be a Yankees fan. Sometimes I'll get from someone, "Why are you a Yankees fan?" I can't really give them a real reason, other than "Because my dad is." Right now I'm in college while my dad is in the hospital. The Yankees won the game tonight 8-4. For awhile it looked pretty hopeless for the Yankees, because they were behind in the score going into the 5th inning, and I was expecting another letdown. Then they started to rally, which topped off with a 3-run home run by Johnny Damon, putting the Yankees in the lead. Luckily no one was in my room at the time, because I would have been pretty embarrassed, but I instantly started to cry. I couldn't think of anything else besides the fact that my dad was happy, and that made me happy. In the 7th inning, Ronan Tynan sang a beautiful rendition of God Bless America. It was fantastic. God bless the Yankees. God bless Joe Torre. And always first and foremost, God bless my dad.