For anyone who has read a few of
the posts I’ve made in this blog it should have at least been hinted at by this
point that I am a pretty big fan of the New York Yankees.
Last Monday, I went to ESOX, a bar
in downtown Burlington, where I watched the Yankees lose on opening day to the
Toronto Blue Jays by a count of 6-1. The following night, I missed my chance to
see any of the action, and the Yankees notched their first win of the season in
a 4-3 victory over the Jays at Yankee Stadium. When I saw the highlights, I
felt elated that they had won, but also felt cheated because I had just watched
the Yankees shit the bed the day before.
This past weekend when the Boston
Red Sox came to New York for their first series of the season, I was able to
see two of the three games played. The Red Sox first won a 19-inning marathon
on Friday and then slaughtered the Yankees 8-4 on Saturday. Later that night
when I was asked about the team I simply replied, “it’s okay, it’s early in the
year,” behind a wry and bitter smile, but on Sunday night, when I had work to
catch up on, the Yankees won 14-4!
This is the narrative that has
plagued my Yankee baseball viewing for all of a week now, and it’s getting real
tired real quick. Whenever I see a
game, the Yankees lose, and if I forget to even check, they likely win on some
freak play. I’m convinced that somewhere in the world there is a sadist with
the power to manipulate baseball scores, and they clearly have beef with me. I
love watching baseball again and I wouldn’t trade this game for anything, but
Jesus – can I watch the Yankees win a fucking game? Please?
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