I love Andy Pettitte, who sobbed when asked about the New York fans he's leaving behind.

I love Andy almost as much as I love some ESPN writer, who thought to pull the Seinfeld clip of George Costanza yelling into the phone: "You tell that son-of-a-bitch -- no Yankee's ever coming to Houston!"

And I love that writer almost as much as I love my husband, who TiVo'ed the ESPN segment for me because he knew how much I'd appreciate it.

I'm feeling the love.