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Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Drunken Midday Post #14
Ah, hello my friends. I have returned from a fabulous day at the ballpark. And many of you are probably wondering, "why Kluv, how is it a wonderous day when your beloved Red Sox lose to the dreaded Yankees"?
Perspective, my friends, perspective.
You see, in years past, every game I've attended in the Boogie Down Bronx was met with anxiousness, and a desperation that no matter what the Sox had to win that game. No more panic, my friends. No more.
Now, don't get me wrong, of course I would have liked to see them take it. But it was a good game. And you see, now I can adopt the mantras I've heard in years past and make them my own. For as we were leaving the stadium, we had the Drunken Tatooed Yankee Fans walking in front of us. I got the obligitory: "Varitek isn't good enough to hold Jeter's cock" comment.
I simply responded with the Championship Smile. And as the Ire suggested, I gave him the ol': "Congrats, guys -- you go ahead and take all the games in April. We'll take the one's in October." This was a surprise to our pack of DTYF's. DTYF#1 turns to his friends in disbelief: "Did you hear that?? April, he says. Har har! No, but seriously, pal -- you guys don't stand a chance without Pedro. You know that, right?" To whit, I asked him how that could be true if, in the past, the Yankees have "owned" Pedro, like his kind often claimed.
Bewilderment was on his face. But, he insisted that the Red Sox would not make the playoffs this year -- and that Wells would only win five games. He guaranteed it. And so, reluctantly, I gave him the ol': "You guys know that we always like to let you win the first three games, and then we win the rest, right?"
This sobered him up a tad. It was if I had given him a buzzkill. And then, a pleasant surprise from him. "Ahhhh... you know I'm not one of those Assholes, right? I'm just havin' some fun. It was a damn good game, and it'll probably be us at the end with some more damn good games, y'know? And... to tell the truth... I was kinda happy for you guys when you won it all." I thanked him, we shook hands, and moved out separate ways home.
In truth, I also felt a twang of happy for the young Yankee fan behind us. No more than 4ish years old, he was cheering the players by name. I realized he had never seen them win. When Tek hit the homerun in the 9th, he almost cried. I told him it wasn't over, and by golly, it wasn't. I gave him a high five on the way out, and his dad seemed pleased.
And I thought to myself, "Poor kid. I wonder if his team will ever win a championship in this millenium?"
Ahhhhhhhhhhh April. Now I understand.
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