Oh, for those of you wondering, the last post has nothing to do with me staring down the reality of a Yankees/Phillies matchup. Although, all morning I have been enjoying the banter of my fellow Mets fans making their peace with one camp or the other. The stalwart Mets fan deciding that back to back championships would make Philly fans too unbearably cocky, so he’d rather root root root for the home team. Another diehard blue and oranger reasoned that he’d rather watch Yankees fans suffer the humiliation of getting to the World Series and losing for the second time this decade, so he’s donning the proverbial red cap.
I however, nicely summed up my views in the following e-mail:
Tsk, tsk. My fellow Mets fans, you all think too small.
We hate the Yankees.
We hate the Phillies.
Why torture yourselves with questions of which hatred is stronger, which rooting will cause less vomiting and face meltage? As someone who has unfortunately had a recent experience with horrible unthinkable sports impossibilities coming true, I present you with eleven words that will change your life. Are you sitting down? 2009 is the year the World Series of Baseball was canceled.
It’s true. Happened to the Superbowl a couple of years ago. These are freaky occurrences, no one has any control over them, but you shrug your shoulders and move on…be it to hockey or basketball or football or…scotch.
Reason number 2 why Dawn Summers is so awesome: she does not accept reality as it is, she bends reality to what it should be.