WHAT!!!! And you lived in Boston....SACRILEGE!!!! BLASPHEME!!!!
I wish I could claim sacrilege, blasphemy or heresy, I really do. After all, I grew up in Boston where the Catholic Church should have been permanently shut down on the RICO Act. But, anyway, there's a perfectly logical explanation. Und so.....
Ted Williams played his last game at Fenway park when I was nine years old. Me and my dad were there. You used to be able to find a zillion Bostonians that also said that they were there, but they lie like the devil, and most are dead now. Fenway was nearly empty that day. We used to sit in the bleachers on a regular basis, it's all we could afford. But that day, maybe by the second inning, the ushers came around and invited everybody to move up close. We sat right behind first base, maybe seven rows back. It was awesome.
Anyway, back in those days we went to Fenway a lot. Used to wait around outside the players entrance for autographs. But if it was a rainy, stormy day or if sometimes the Sox lost and they were pissed, or after a long double header, the Sox would just blow by you and say, "Not today, fellas, maybe next time."
But not the Yankees. Rain or shine, win or lose, they would stop and sign everybody's everything. They would sign my baseball cards, my glove, my hat, my sneakers, my shirt, my everything. And they would never hurry you or try to blow you off.
One day, after that happened for the upteenth time, I looked up at my father said, "Dad, I like these guys better than I like our guys."
He said, "Son, this is America, you can like anybody you want." I never forgot that and have loved the Yankees ever since that day. They are my team, have been since I was nine. Now, growing up with my friends was tough, used to get smacked a lot for being a yanks fan....mostly play. But at the end of most seasons I'd say, "Hey, you want to come over my house and watch my team in the playoffs? You know, since YOUR team ain't doing squat right now." Then I'd run like hell.
This went on for many years in my life. In the seventies we were bouncers in a nightclub on cape Cod. That year the Red Sox were up ten games on the Yanks in early August. My room mates, all Sox guys, used to come charging into my room with the newspaper smacking the backs off their hand on the sports pages showing how far behind my Yankees were. I would pooh pooh them away, yawn and nonchalantly say "season's still young, it's early". I wasn't actually believing any of that, but hey.
Then the Yanks came storming back, finished with the same record as the Sox. They had a one game tie breaker, which I'm sure you remember - by this name
Bucky Dent. Heh, heh, heh.
That's right, choke on it Sox fans. Yankees rule.