As a guy who was born and raised in Upstate New York, you might think that I’m jumping for joy over the New York Yankees winning another world series. Well, I’m not. In fact, I could almost puke. When you live in NY, either you’re a Yankee lover or a Yankee hater; no one is indifferent or middle of the road. I’m on the Yankee-hater-team.
Now this wasn’t always the case. When I was a kid, I adored the Yankees—the days of Mickey Mantle, Roger Maris, Yogi Berra. Back then the players were raised, cultivated and nurtured through the farm system. Today, they’re the best team money can buy. With a payroll over 100 million dollars, is it any wonder they’ve won so many titles in recent years?
Sour grapes? Maybe. But no one can deny that their success in large part is a result of their enormous payroll and their ability to stack the deck. I mean the guy who bats 8th in the Yankee lineup is a cleanup batter on almost any other team.
One of my favorite sports moments of all time was the year that the Boston Red Sox were down three games to zip against the Yankees in the American League Championship Series and they came back to win four-in-a-row to earn a place in the World Series. They went on to beat the crap out of the Saint Louis Cardinals and won their first World Series title in over 80 years, thus breaking the “Curse of the Bambino”.
As a transplant living in San Diego, I am now a huge Padres fan but I haven’t had much to cheer about over the last few years. We made it to the World Series a few years back and guess who we played? Yep. Those Damn Yankees. And you know what happened? The Yankees cleaned our clock—beat us four straight. In fact, we were downright humiliated. More reason for me to despise the men in the pinstriped uniforms. Don’t even get me started on the New York Giants and Eli Manning.