I listened to JT the Brick on my drive in this morning, gushing about how happy he was for his 5 and 6-year-old children. They finally got to witness a champion. Praise be.

In Boston, Red Sox fans buried family members who never got to witness a World Series victory. They're still digging ditches without any semblance of baseball satisfaction in Chicago. But this isn't about you, see. This is about where greatness reigns, where fans celebrate title droughts in dog years.

"Yes, the prevailing baseball order is back at work," wrote MLB.com's Mike Bauman. "The sun can still rise in the East. Lassie can still come home. Mom, apple pie and the Fourth of July are still eligible to remain on the active roster."

If the Yankees winning a 27th World Title, their first in almost 3,000 days can inspire that sort of magical prose, then, who are we to argue with the joy of it all?

"Grown men cried when the Yankees won it all for the first time in nine years," wrote the New York Post's Jay Greenburg. The deep, five-year wounds of 2004 have been healed.

Greenburg writes:

Behind the bleachers, Brennan Roe, 30, of Queens, had eyes almost as red as the Phillies uniforms or the blood spilled by Derek Jeter the night he ran head first into the third-base stands for a Red Sox pop foul, or from veins that were opened up in 2004 and probably weren't closed again until last night.

"I have seen him cry three times in 10 years," said Roe's wife Tara. "The first time was when Scott Brosius hit that home run in Game 4 in 2001, the second was on our wedding day and now tonight."

These are the stories that infiltrate Yankee Universe today, tales of perseverance and dedication to a team that seemed destined never to win its 27th World Series.

"Being a Yankees fan is a matter of survival," former Cubs fan Chris McNally, told the New York Times. It is a statement that rings oh so true today, when the Yankees can call themselves champs for the first time since Obama took office.

Or what about the inspiring words of his 11-year-old son, Elijah, who told the Times, "I’ve lived too long hearing that the Yankees got eliminated."

Rest easy, dear Elijah. Where your fan base taunted another for so many years with the chant, "1918," no longer will you be forced to listen to the dribble of "Year 2000" from Bostonians.

That is why this is special. It has, after all, been almost a decade since Yankee fans have had the opportunity to parade down the Canyon of Heroes. Sure it may not be 86 years, but it all seems the same when the trophy isn't where it belongs for nine years. Think about the toddlers that get to embrace this moment today. Think about the grandfathers who have only witnessed 25 or so of the 27 Yankee World Series titles. This one is for them.

The drought is over. Today Yankee fans can once again hold their head up high, comforted with the knowledge that their $201.4 million team gutted it out and won baseball's highest prize.

Orioles, Pirates, Cubs, Brewers, Dodgers, Rays, Blue Jays, Tigers, Twins, Indians, Royals, Rangers, A's, Mariners, Padres, Rockies, Braves, Nationals, Reds, Astros, Giants, and Diamondbacks fans can only imagine what a nine-year drought feels like. The Yankees no longer have to endure it.

For the first time since the advents of DVR, the iPod, and the ShamWow, the Yankees are world champs.

Finally.