Confession of an Unrepentant Yankee Hater.
I have detested everything about the Yankees ever since: their swagger; their extravagant, taxpayer supported stadium; their pinstripe uniforms; their arrogant monuments in center field; their strutting third baseman, Alex Rodriguez; everything.
To this day, I never hear the Yankees mentioned on radio or TV without snarling a curse … or, if my wife is in the room, thinking it. (She’s quite certain the general state of my mental health would benefit if I would only agree to “talk to someone” about this.)
I am not alone, of course. I have a friend who never uses the word “Yankees” in his emails. Instead, it’s the “Evil Empire” or, more commonly, “the MFY”, an abbreviation about which I will offer no further clarification.
I was talking about this years ago with the late Ferd Borsch, longtime sportswriter with the Honolulu Advertiser and an old friend of mine, and I thought he put it rather well. “If the New York Yankees won on Opening Day and lost their entire remaining schedule, 161 consecutive losses,” he said, “I would begrudge them that one victory.”
Exactly. Damn straight. !#!&*! the Yankees!
Ahh … a soulmate!
Ahhh … a soulmate!
At least you live in Hawaii! I live in upstate New York so their fans are everywhere! The Mets could win the World Series and there might, just might, be a little side bar in the sports section. While anytime some damn Yankee stubs his toe it is time for another big article in the paper…