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I think it started with those Yankees/Dodgers World Series in '77 and '79. Keyword Reggie Jackson/3 home runs in one game/hot dog/Mr. October. But like they say, it ain't bragging if you can do it.
I've got nothing against New Yorkers, I just hate the damn Yankees. I'm perfectly fine with the Mets, so it's a Yankee thing, not a New York thing.
A lot of people claim to be fans of a particular team, but I'll put this up there with any story you have.
My father, who was on the older side when I was born, saw a lot of good baseball in his day. Between spending his formative years in WWII and smoking uncountable cartons of cigarettes, he got pretty sick when I was young. He was a tough old bird, and I think it bothered him more for me to have to see him decline than did his numerous lung diseases, which ravaged him unmercifully. Nothing, however, bothered him more than the decline of the Yankees.
You can't blame him for getting used to the Yanks winning. From the time he was a kid until 1964, he had seen them win 29 pennants and 20 World Series. I have different childhood recollection of the Yankees. By the time I first began to really understand baseball, they were in pretty sad shape. The once mighty Yanks couldn't win a thing, and this tortured my old man to no end. In October, 1977, he suffered a few strokes and heart problems, and lapsed into a coma. He hung on until the Reggie and the gang knocked off the Dodgers, and died the next day. He simply wasn't going out without another title under his belt.
Talk about commitment.
Today is such a sad day for me........
Ya know I was struggling with this one. Would I want the Sox playing the Indians or the Yankees? Regradless, I was hoping the series would stretch out another game to wear the winning team down a little more.Today is such a sad day for me........
A lot of people claim to be fans of a particular team, but I'll put this up there with any story you have.
My father, who was on the older side when I was born, saw a lot of good baseball in his day. Between spending his formative years in WWII and smoking uncountable cartons of cigarettes, he got pretty sick when I was young. He was a tough old bird, and I think it bothered him more for me to have to see him decline than did his numerous lung diseases, which ravaged him unmercifully. Nothing, however, bothered him more than the decline of the Yankees.
You can't blame him for getting used to the Yanks winning. From the time he was a kid until 1964, he had seen them win 29 pennants and 20 World Series. I have different childhood recollection of the Yankees. By the time I first began to really understand baseball, they were in pretty sad shape. The once mighty Yanks couldn't win a thing, and this tortured my old man to no end. In October, 1977, he suffered a few strokes and heart problems, and lapsed into a coma. He hung on until the Reggie and the gang knocked off the Dodgers, and died the next day. He simply wasn't going out without another title under his belt.
Talk about commitment.
Palms getting sweaty there, Red Sox fans?