I’ll always hate the Yankees
So the smug Yanks make the playoffs again. Boring. We learn more about ourselves when we cheer for losers
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Recently, a few friends sent me links to a paid obituary notice in the Daily Courier-Observer (“Serving the communities of Massena and Potsdam, New York”), eulogizing local woman Marylou Belles. I didn’t know Marylou, but she quickly became familiar to me: “She loved cats, and shared her life with four rescues from Save a Sato,” read the obit. “She was also a lifelong NY Mets fan though surprisingly, that wasn’t what killed her.”
If humor is a moat to protect us against the advancing armies of pain, it’s no wonder Mets fans like to laugh at themselves and their team, which has a legacy of stupidity, ineptitude and cursed luck. I can’t imagine a similar obit written for a Yankees fan, because Yankee fans are usually humorless — they’re in it for victories, not chuckles. As a result, I’m pretty sure Mets fans (I’m one) are morally superior to Yankees fans.
My dad told me the story of how he became a Yankee fan: When he was 9, he went with his father to a double-header at the stadium, where the Yanks won 15-0 and 8-4. (Their foils, fittingly, were the Red Sox, who might as well have been wearing clown suits.) I found the box score and mailed it to him: The pinstriped team included Lou Gehrig, Bill Dickey, Joe DiMaggio, Tony Lazzeri, Tommy Henrich, Red Ruffing and Spud Chandler, totaling five Hall of Famers. The Sox, in contrast, had Pinkey Higgins and Rabbit McNair. Like many other people, my dad was hooked by their dominating greatness. “If the Yankees lost a game, you couldn’t talk to him,” my mom often said, and fortunately for mom, they didn’t often lose.
I have no grievance with my dad, or my older brother, also a Yankees fan, because they remained loyal during droughts and plagues, including the Horace Clarke Years. If you bought a ticket to see Celerino Sánchez or Dave LaPoint in person, I salute you.
But it’s been 20 years since Yankees fans have had their loyalties tested by anything more troublesome than an October bloop single off Mariano Rivera. Their brand is success, and it’s easy – painless, alluring, self-satisfying — to root for a triumphant team. When I was in middle school, my neighbor Gary showed up at the bus stop one autumn wearing a Dallas Cowboys shirt. We lived in Connecticut. But Gary wanted to root for a winner, so that he could look or feel like a winner, too.
Rob Tannenbaum is the co-author of “I Want My MTV: The Uncensored Story of the Music Video Revolution.” He tweets @tannenbaumr. More Rob Tannenbaum.





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