Nine Yankees I actually liked/like

Why nine? Because even though I almost - almost - pity them right now, I still couldn't think of 10. Feel free to add yours in the comments . . .

Mariano Rivera: His gracious laughter when his contributions to the '04 championship were acknowledged on opening day the following season told me once and for all that he's an okay dude. I just wish he'd get old one of these seasons.

Johnny Damon: I second the spot-on sentiment of my buddy DD:

"He can switch uniforms like a turncoat, abandon his idiotic persona, and even homer twice against the hometown team. But I can't find a way to dislike Johnny Damon. He's a nice guy, a happy guy, and regardless of what he might do in pinstripes, after Oct. 17, 2004, he'll always be okay in my book."

Exactly. Initially, I loathed Damon for taking the Yankees' money, but as time as passed, I've become more appreciative of him and all he accomplished here. His grand slam in Game 7 off Javier Vazquez was the moment that made us believe that this time it was going to be different, dammit, and that's a lasting legacy. Damon plays for them now, but he'll always be one of ours. Plus, you know he wishes he had stayed.

Bobby Murcer: Everyone says nice things about people when they die. Here's what tells you the appreciation for Murcer was sincere: Everyone said kind things about him long before anyone knew he was sick.

Tim Raines: Despite his reckless youth, he built a Hall of Fame case in Montreal by doing a pretty accurate Rickey Henderson imitation. By the time he arrived in New York he was a respected, mature veteran who is credited to this day by Derek Jeter for teaching him how to carry himself like a professional. Despite this despicable transgression, I still admire him and hope Cooperstown calls.

Oscar Gamble: An icon of the '70s - seriously, click that link for a truly awesome photo - he was also one heck of a platoon slugger. Check out those adjusted OPS numbers.