This little post really should have nothing to do with politics so i'll try hard to steer away from that putrid yet fiery topic. This little post is an observation of some Yankee fans. Actually it's about one in particular though i'm sure there are more like him.
Mr. Smarty Pants was born in The Bronx. The first baseball game i ever attended was a Yankee game with my grandfather. Nice memory and all that but i'm a fan of the Mets. Anyhow...there is a "gentleman" at work who is a big Yankee fan. Good for him. I have nothing against the Yankees and their storied history. In fact i've always wished them well; being a New Yawker it seemed prudent to show respect to the "other" team.
But all this has changed. This gentleman who holds a position of authority both at work...and from what he has told me...he's authoritive in his personal life as well. He is a man of faith and family and authority. But for whatever reason every time he sees Mr. Smarty Pants he constantly goads me about why i would be a Met fan. His opinion (as observed by Mr. Smarty Pants) is as follows: and i paraphrase...
"If you aren't a fan of the Yankees then you must hate them. And so you hate them because they are the greatest team ever. In fact i don't see why everyone isn't a Yankee fan...but since you (Mr. Smarty Pants) are not...then something is inherently wrong with you"
Upon discovering that i was getting married soon...the "gentleman" continued: (and i paraphrase)
"oh...you are getting married..?? (sarcasm) Why would someone marry a loser Met fan just as yourself. There must be something inherently wrong with her (Dr. Pookie) as well..."
At this point i (Mr. Smarty Pants) responded: (and i paraphrase myself...)
"You sir...are a cad. How dare you speak of my fiance not even knowing her. How dare you even speak to me as you know little if anything about me as well. I'm sure your skills at conversation have earned you many an enemy and yet you are oblivious as to why..?? Well let me say this; i now know why so many hate the Yankees...not because of them...but because of boorish fans such as yourself who act as if you had some part in the success of the team...well on the contrary...your acts have turned me into an Anti-Yankee." After which i donned my feathered cap and velvet cape and stormed out of the lunch room never to be seen again. Well until the next day anyway.
And the "gentleman" hasn't spoken to me since. But Mr. Smarty Pants is not done yet. Since the Red Sox can have a curse then i have cast one upon the Yankees so that they may be defeated. And since the "gentleman" has revelled and boasted of their victories he will now share in the miseries and crushing blows of their defeats. After all....it's only fair.
Mets fans are immune to the pain of defeat. We have been hardened to it. Yankee fans however have no immunity to defeat having known it so little. Well...now they will know.
Now they will know.....
(then imagine hearing an evil laugh...that would be yours truly....)
Go BoSox..!! (till next season when the Mets are back of course.)
Hey...i think it's working..!!!
Oh....yes....Mr. Smarty Pants got sick of all that color on my blog. Yes that was fast. But black and white is so crisp, professional, the sharp contrast, the hint of lemon. How could i have given it all up...??
Doh!
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