Yes, Verbal Jazz made it out alive! In order to survive the upper deck at Yankee Stadium, I suggest an oxygen mask and a good set of climbing ropes. Really, it feels as though you might just fall out of your seat and onto Hideki Matsui as he tries to catch a fly ball. Plus, the dogs suck, They taste like hot dog jerky. Fenway Franks are much more enjoyable.
It's a long way down
I also suggest not being a Red Sox fan as the Sox get their asses handed to them on a Sunday afternoon. Yes, Yankee Stadium was packed with a raving lunatic mob of privileged Yankee fans who smelled blood as the Red Sox imploded under the weight of their own history, fan expectations, and the intimidating haunted house in the Bronx.
While most Yankee fans engaged in pleasant ribbing with Red Sox fans (patently untrue, Yankee fans are vicious beasts expert in the art of torture!), the greatest embarrassment came from this person:
who questioned Mark Bellhorn's sexual preferences by telling the Sox second baseman to "cut your hair, you faggot!" (this from a boy with two earrings), gave Pedro Martinez the finger (I'm sure Pedro saw it all the way up in the second deck out in left field), and declared that "it's easy being a Yankees fan." At least his girlfriend told him to "cut it out" after the Bellhorn comment; one day she will horribly dump him and he will put a gun to his own head mercifully removing himself from the lives of those that have to deal with this nitwit on a daily basis.
What this cretin, and many Yankee fans don't realize, is that is relatively easy being a Red Sox fan. Sure, it would be nice to win a World Series, but we support a team that is consistently competitive, plays in a truly intimate gem of a ballpark (unlike the vast wasteland that is Yankee Stadium), and has a wonderful history of losing tragically. Now, if the Sox consistently sucked as badly as a new season of sit-coms, then I may call it quits and never wear my dark blue hat with the red B again.
Little known fact: Addidas is an American League team
Really, it must be worse being a Yankee fan. They seem much more obsessed with 1918 than are Red Sox fans. This has nothing to do with World War I, and everything to do with the last time the Sox won the World Series. In short, Yankee fans suffer the kind of paranoia that exists when you have the most successful franchise in baseball, yet fear that one day you will stop winning World Series. I imagine that most Yankee fans get night sweats when they think about the possibility of the Red Sox winning a World Series. Sure, they've got the winning tradition, but they just can't seem to enjoy it without constantly crowing about it.
Certainly, Verbal Jazz can understand the Yankee fan's enthusiasm for the best team that money could buy, but, overall, fandom is much more an accident of birth, kind of like fervent nationalism. Seriously, would you be a patriotic American if you were born in France or Brazil? No, you'd be eating crepes and fervently watching World Cup Soccer every four years respectively. Trust me. You wouldn't be pining to sing "God Bless America" during the Seventh Inning Stretch.
Of all the people I know, the Missus Jazz seems cognizant of the randomness of fandom. She, a Red Sox fan, insisted on purchasing a Mariano Rivera t-shirt (Yankee pitcher) because of her abnormal infatuation with him. When I say abnormal, I think he is probably the only person that could convince her to break up our marriage. I think this because she tells me this is so. She also once rode in an elevator with Derek Jeter (staying in the same hotel) and told him that "[he is] an amazing player." As rational as it may be to respect her feelings on these matters, I now have sufficient grounds for divorce.
How could you betray me like this?
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