It’s the season when leaves and loves slowly make their way to cold storage. And that means that it’s time for the MLB division playoffs. And small confessions. I’m a person of distant and torn loyalties this fall — none of them having to do with my secret (and most likely now permanent) soft spot for the Red Sox.
Rather, my beloved Yankees are playing the Tigers — calling up my childhood allegience to Jim Leyland, former manager of the Pittsburgh Pirates. Of course, in the other AL contest, Minnesota is in play — yet another year when I might have to choose between the Bombers and the Twins, which was a frequent and troubling dilemma when I was in graduate school.
But, in the midst of all of these conflicting loyalties, one thing is never in question: The Mets don’t have any right to exist as a Major League team, nonetheless to win the World Series.
You do have softspot for the BoSox! I’m not sure the Yankee’s fans will think…
I’ve been stewing on this for a while. I never like seeing my Mets so wrongfully maligned, especially at the hands of Yankee arrogance.
I could go on and on about the Yankees as a symbol of the worst aspects of the United States: racism, corporate greed, etc., but instead I’ll just offer this short bit of history which speaks volumes about what the Yankees are-and always have been.