I know I had many reasons to hate the Yankees prior to last Friday. I believe that it is part of my DNA which is why right at this moment I can’t remember why. But I can tell you this. Looking just now on the web to see when we play next and finding out that this evening we play the Yankees reminded me of why I am currently hating the pinstripes.
Last Friday, I was standing in DeMoulas buying my food for a weekend of camping. I eat simply because I am usually by myself. I remember that I was exhausted from a particularly difficult week but it was a payday so it cancelled out the bad stuff, in a way.
The couple in front of me was finishing up their order, waiting for the bagger to take care of the last few items. The guy says loudly to the bagger, “Pretty awful about the accident today near Fenway, huh? Pedroia and Youk getting hurt like that. It’s gonna really affect the game tonight.” The bagger apparently spends his weekends fishing or something and had no idea what the man was talking about. I, however, did, and said, in a scared voice, “What?” He repeated the information and then, seeing my concern, said, “HAHA I AM A YANKEES FAN!”
Then I had a new, real, personal reason to hate the Yankees.
