“Rooting for the Yankees is like rooting for the house in blackjack.”

Bill Simmons has some choice words from the oppressed and traumatized denizens of Red Sox Nation, who are pining for regime change (hint: Bobby Valentine’s available):
While watching the NFL, my wife once asked me, “Which guy is the quarterback?” She literally knows nothing about sports. Yet last night after the Bernie Williams hit in the eighth, she kept asking, “How come that guy is still pitching?”
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The Ethiopian guy who collects the money looks awful. Like he hasn’t slept in days. I ask him if he’s doing OK. He says, “I have never felt so awful. Not even when my own father died … my own father. I have only been in this city for a few years, so I’m new to this. I don’t know how you people do this. In my neighborhood are lots of college kids from New York, and they were cheering after the game ended. I am a peaceful man … a PEACEFUL man I tell you … but I swear to you I went outside looking to fight some Yankee fans … just awful.”

One thought on ““Rooting for the Yankees is like rooting for the house in blackjack.””

  1. Rooting for the Yanx is like rooting for the house?? Absolutely; my personal nickname for them is the New York Nazis, but, that may be a little over the top – – after all, with the notable exception of one of their more porcine members, and, possibly, their allotted guy who throws at heads (no monopoly there), and their maturity-challenged owner (again, no monopoly), you can’t say the Yanx are bad characters. How can you watch Urbina after seeing Rivera and not admire the latter? And he doesn’t lord it over the opponents, either.
    No, here’s my take: long ago, some one read that what was good for GM was good for America, and substituted the noun and object with the Yankees and baseball, and that’s how we live. What’s good for the Yankees is good for baseball, so, the rest of us have to deal with it.

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