Phills Yanks

It may seem as if what you’re about to read has nothing to do with healthcare or health or care—but it has to do with my general well-being, and therefore health and therefore healthcare, and so it belongs on this blog.

Just after 12 a.m. I watched the New York Yankees win the American League pennant. An absolutely disgusting site. I felt worse than I had in months watching Derek Jeter’s choreographed fist pump—he obviously practices in the mirror—and Alex Rodriguez’s charging the infield towards his celebrating teammates who seem to like him as much as a bone marrow biopsy. As a Met fan there are so few things to enjoy, but the one thing that would have been wonderful would have been a Yankee playoff meltdown, it didn’t happen. It rarely does. In the last 13 years the Yankees have appeared in six World Series and won four of them. Four. In the last 23 years the Mets have one World Series title. I was four months old.

Whenever I go on one of my “I’m sick of the Yankees, they are everything that’s wrong with sports tirades,” some clown in a Yankees hat will come back with, “we had our down years in the 1980′s and early 90′s, no we are back baby. ” First, you are not  part of the Yankee, stop saying “we.” Second, who cares if they were horrible in the 80′s or early 90′s—those were the years I was to young to really get into baseball. For as long as I have watched baseball with a dollop of intrigue, the Yankees have been infecting October.

You are probably thinking why is he complaining, he should just root against them in the World Series. But in the only truly fitting World Series match-up of the most beastly year of my life, the Yankees are playing the one team in baseball that is equally disagreeable—the Philadelphia Phillies. Reigning World Series Champion and symbol of all that the New York Mets are  not, these Phillies are easily the most sickening sight west of New Jersey. Up until last year they were known mostly for being the ‘losingest‘ organization in professional sports, and the consensus fourth favorite among Philadelphia’s four major sports teams. All the sudden they have a chance at winning back-back-back World Series. What a wonderful story.

This morning my mother told me I don’t look so good. Well mom, for the next week—or however it takes these two franchises to figure out who is best at making me unhappy—get used to it.

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