Everybody takes pleasure in something. I take pleasure in the Yankees losing, the Yankees suffering, the Yankees’ plane crashing into the side of a mountain. But mainly I enjoying discoursing with Yankees’ fans on the days following such events. There’s nothing quite like listening to smug, self-satisfied blowhards being forced to admit that, even with more more money than God, their team is not destined to win every single year. That’s just the sweetest thing…