In a recent conversation with my father, I mentioned that JT and I had been watching so many Yankees games of late that we both know the team's batting order. I allowed that we are really enjoying the games and are looking forward to going to a real game at Yankee Stadium when my sister and her family come to town. And then I said, "I've almost become a fan."
Silence.
And then my father asked, "Almost?"
Sensing disinheritance in my immediate future if I misspoke, I went straight to the family playbook for an appropriate response. "Well, they ought to be good with that colossal payroll," I said.
The tension eased and we commenced to vehemently agree about the many ways in which the Yankees are the devil incarnate.
Nice recovery!
ReplyDeleteI gotta say I'm with your dad on this one. I know that the Yankees are the easiest geographical choice, but letting JT grow up a Yankee fan just because he lives in New Jersey would be like letting him grow up a republican just because he lives in Texas. It's just wrong. I've got to get that kid a Red Sox hat post haste.
ReplyDeleteI have to say I just fell in love with your father - anybody willing to trash the Yankees is my best friend, well, within reason of course.
ReplyDeleteI have something of the opposite problem with my family - which is a major part of the reason that I don't follow professional baseball - most of my family are die-hard Yankees fans and I live smack dab in the heart of Red Sox nation. I don't root against the Sox, but I don't root for them either. And I have _never_ worn a Yankees hat!
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