Here's an article (well, more of an editorial) from the Star-Telegram's Gil LeBreton. I don't agree with some things, but it's really funny:

<b>Sheffield, not fan, deserves the blame</b>
-The Yankees take the wimpy way out in the right-field corner at Fenway Park.

Oh, the outrage! The violence! The evils of $5 beer!

Before you award the Nobel Peace Prize to the Yankees' Gary Sheffield, however, let's go to the videotape.

I don't see any sucker punch. I don't see anyone throwing their beer. I don't see Red Sox season ticket holder Chris House doing anything Thursday night but failing to keep his hands to himself.

I did see, though, Sheffield almost provoke a riot by trying to lunge at House. I saw the New York Yankees rush to Sheffield's mock defense, like tattling schoolkids. And I heard a manager, who didn't have a clue what really happened down in the right-field corner, issue a condemnation that was so irresponsible, so potentially provocative, that he, too, deserves a suspension and fine.

Spare me the e-mails, Yankees fans. Your self-righteous moralizing about the incident at Fenway Park last week says more about the last-place Yankees than you think.

Since when, by the way, does Yankee Stadium set the standard or ticket holders' behavior?

Since when did manager Joe Torre become Judge Wapner?

And since when did the eternally disgruntled Gary Sheffield, a reported steroids user, earn the benefit of a doubt?

I don't know what House, the fan, was thinking. And neither do you.

Torre thinks he saw a drunken fool attack his right fielder. I think I saw - after watching the play on TiVo maybe 40 times - at leats four other fans make a swipe at the baseball as it rolled out of the Fenway corner.

To me, House appeared to want to be the fifth. but the fan to his left, the broad one wearing the red jacket, blocks his path to the wall.

So House, turned sideways, makes a feeble wave of the right hand at where he thinks or hopes the ball might bounce.

The next thing you see is Sheffield lunging at him, causing a collision that knocks a female fan over and sends beer spilling on Sheffield's left side.

Fans of the last-place Yankees, of course, are claiming to see everything from a Joe Louis uppercut to the second gunman on the grassy knoll.

Sheffield contends he was hit on the left cheek. He's now telling reporter to view the videotape and make up their own minds.

OK, done.

Players go after foul balls and collide with fans' hands, heads and elbows almost every night.

Most of the players don't whine about it and lunge at the customers.

But these are the last-place Yankees, the team that prints its own cash and plays by its own rules.

Those pinstripes must really seem tight in New York these days, after failing to win the World Series four years in a row. After making history last season by blowing a three-game ALCS lead to the hated Red Sox.

After hiking their already greedy payroll to $205 million, trying to catch Boston. And, of course, after stumbling out of the starting blocks this season and losing seven of their first 11.

And what have the last-place Yankees done about it? They've whined.

The Red Sox are tougher and feistier. The last-place Yankees have Derek Jeter, but they've otherwise become a bunch of A-Rods. And we know what a facade Alex Rodriguez is.

It's tough to stand up straight when you have so little to fall back on. The Red Sox stood tall last October. The last-place Yankees have been paper tigers, made of dollar bills.

The last-place Yankees used to win with character. But they sold their soul to the devil, and there's finally a team that's brassy enough to make New York pay.

Yankee management tried to get Jason Giambi's contract, worth $82 million, voided this spring after the first baseman reportedly told a federal grand jury that he used steroids.

Yet Sheffield reportedly told the same grand jury, investigating the BALCO case, virtually the same thing. No one at Yankees, INC., apparently tried to get out of Sheffield's contract.

A team of hired guns is really no team at all.

The Rangers learned that by signing the ultimate pop pistol, the don't-count-on-me-when-you-need-me A-Rod.

When you sign the highest-paid player, the best left-hander, the best Japanese left fielder and the best ex-Marlin pitcher, the pinstripes surely tighten, and you're expected to win.

The Yankees have become wimps. Sheffield claimed that he backed off from going into the stands and attackig House because he immediately thought about the NBA's Ron Artest incident.

Ha! Sheffield probably backed off because he wasn't sure whether any of his teammates would follow him.

Like gloating winners, the Red Sox have twisted the knife in the New York carcass - especially Rodriguez's - all winter and spring.

Boston manager Terry Francona had to tell his own players to shut up.

Whining about what did or didn't happen in the right-field corner last week is just the latest example of how the once-mighty Yankees have fallen.

They're pressing. Doubting themselves. They're paper tigers.

To me, that was no punch that the fan threw in the right-field corner in Boston.

No matter. The Yankees seem to have forgotten how to make a fist.

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So yeah.