If you can judge your life's happiness based on the fate of a baseball team, you obviously don't have much to live for. Saddest part of the whole story is that he's happy with only one world series title, even though his team has been completely dominated by the Yankees for pretty much his entire life (eg: 26 World Series titles for the Yankees to just 3 for his team.) Since the author bases happiness on his team's success, it would therefore make sense he should only be happy if his team ever came close to matching the dominance of the Yankees on the field. Given the rate of his team's titles (approx. one every 86 years) this obviously can't happen in the author's lifetime. Therefore, the premise of the book (for the author to die in peace because of his baseball team)and hence, the whole story is completely idiotic (which, ironically fits very nicely, given his team's self-titled nickname).