Bill Karins, Meteorologist

Hot, humid and strike three. My fall officially began at 11:42pm last night when my boys of summer fell to the Cleveland Indians. Love them or hate them the Yankees once again put on quite a show this season but now its over and so is my summer. I’m not sure what was more shocking to me last night, sitting with 56,000 sweating fans on Oct 8th at 10pm with a heat index of 83 or the failure of the Yanks to hit in the clutch once again. Now that I think about it, it figures that on an “Indian Summer” like night in the Bronx the Indians would easily win.

Disappointed New York Yankees players Johnny Damon, Derek Jeter and Bobby Abreu. (AP Photo/Bill Kostroun)

Growing up, I was one of those kids who was always playing one team sport after another during the year. My calendar was always based on the sports seasons, baseball - spring/summer, football - fall; basketball - winter. So now, because my baseball talents couldn’t get me passed college baseball, I live vicariously each summer through Jeter and the Yankees. Now that they are done, so am I with baseball. Instead it’s time for exquisite maple leaves, carving pumpkins and apple picking. So pass me a cider donut, open the windows, put the football game on, and please god of baseball don’t let the Red Sox’s win.