I am a Yankee fan. No big deal, no surprise. Now, brace yourself…I’ve been married to a Met fan for 15 years. This worked until 2000, but it was okay because the Yanks won that subway series and my husband didn’t expect the Mets to win. This year, the freakin’ Mets are awesome; they’re world beaters and everyone is noticing we’re rooting separately for these NL/AL rivals.
I have to come to terms with how we’re such fan-atics. We’re crazy. We both sulk when our team looses; we both prefer to listen to every pitch; and we both try to nudge our kids to root for the preferred team.
One difference between us: my husband has labeled me a jinx for the Mets. This really annoys me because my dad said I was a jinx when the Giants were playing back in the ’70s. But that wasn’t hard! And yes, I was sitting to the right of the television set when Plasarsjek fumbled that **** ball in the Eagle game! But my brothers were in the room, too. How I got labeled the jinx is beyond me!
I do act just like my dad, though. I’m a poor loser, but I’ve worked hard to behave like an adult and show my two children how to act. So far, they’re good–they like going to Yankee and Shea Stadiums and they cheer for the win. I think they may make it out of this silly fanaticism. I’m still working on not letting Yankee losses bother me so much.
I carry the Yankees with me wherever I go and with whatever I do. From the benign computer wallpaper to thinking, "Mariano wouldn’t let this minor defeat (or even really big defeat) get him down!", I think a lot about the Yankees who find a way to win no matter what, no matter how injured, no matter how far in a slump.
My mental goal is to get back that 2004 Boston Red Sox defeat and subsequent World Championship. They got their movie mentions, their books and their broken curse; but, they will NEVER be Yankees.
Conservative "Dittos", The Redheadedreporter (thanks for the name, Scott)